People ask how it all happened more often then before. Probably I never wanted to talk about it back then, and they knew that. But even if they didn't know, it's more popular now then before. It all started when I was about seven years old. I was always into ghosts, and other scary stuff. But i'd never think i'd be were I at that point kind of wanted to see one. I always dreamed about seeing A ghost. I searched haunted houses, and even my own basement for one. But I never found one, at first. I was searching my basement one day when I heard A shrill "creak" by the left wall. I walked closer, and saw A almost clear sheet. I tried to grab it, but it disappeared. It seemed to float the other direction, and then into the wall. I ran up the steps and slammed my bedroom door shut. I leaned against my door, trying to catch my breath. I am never going up there again. I thought to myself. The next day, I got ready for school, and saw the "sheet" again. I ran out the door to the bus stop and went to school, thinking about the mysterious thing I saw that day. When I got home, I went up there again, without remembering my previous vow, I went down the steps. "Hello?" I squeaked. "Whooooo?" I heard. The sheet came up to me and leaned on me. " Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed, and ran back up to my room.
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Spooktacular
Mystery / ThrillerJack loves ghosts. He likes the idea of the dead floating on earth, in fact, he wants to find one. But when he meets A ghost, he realizes he was very, very wrong.
