It all started with Ghosts

Chapter 1

It was day after my father's funeral. I am 11 years old and my mommy just put me in bed but I can't sleep. I miss my daddy so much he would always cuddle up with me as he tells me a story. He would make up stories about different creatures and how they would live as regular people during the day but they let themselves free during the night. When I start think about daddy I start to remember the day he died.

I was coming out of school waving good bye to my friends and when I saw that my daddy was outside I ran towards my daddy who was leaning on his car.

"DADDY!!!" I yelled as i jumped in his arms

"Hey baby girl. How was school today?" he asked while he gave me a hug then let me down, and opened the back door for me, and helped me in the car, then he shut the door.

" It was great. At lunch we there was a food fight!" I told him as he got into the driver seat.

"That's great. Do you have homework?" He asked me

"I already did it in class and turned it in" I told him with a grin

"That's my little genius" He said with pride while using my favorite nickname he calls me from time to time when it's just us two.

"Hey daddy how come you picked me up today. I thought you usually had to work during this time?"

"I got off early today so I decided to spend some time with my baby girl"

"Yaay. Hey I want to join the soccer team. My teacher is the coach and she gave my a registration form." I said

"Hmm we have to discuss it with your mother. But what I want to know is if you seen anything unusual today." he said weirdly

"Ummm. The only thing I can think of was on my way back to class from the bathroom I saw that boy again, the one who had on weird clothes, in the hallway looking at me as always then he turned and went in my classroom but when I got to my classroom and looked around I couldn't find him an-y-where" I said dramatically

My dad pulled into the driveway of our two story home then he turned off the car and we both got out. As I waited for daddy to open the door I saw something in the corner of my eye but when I turn to look at it, it moved away. 'That's strange' I thought to myself as I walked in the house behind my dad and put down my backpack on the couch in the living room.

"Hey daddy would you play soccer with me? I want to get in some practicing if I want to be picked for the soccer team."

"Sure. Let me get my old soccer ball and while I do that go change your clothes and I will meet you in the front yard" He said

"Ok" So I ran upstairs to my room and changed from my uniform to a rainbow color t-shirt I made in class and some black basketball shorts. I ran down the stairs through the kitchen and out the front door. I watched my dad balancing the soccer ball on his foot. Then he softly kicked the ball towards me.

"Try and kick it with the side of your foot towards me" he said

"Ok." So I pulled my foot back and kick the ball as softly as I could and somehow I sent it flying over my dad.

"Wow. That was some kick but you didn't have to kick it that hard. Next time kick it softly with the side of your foot. Let me go get the ball. He said as he walked into the street towards the ball that was in the middle of the street.

As he got the ball I heard screeching of tires coming towards our street. Then the car who was making the noise came to view and the worst part it was heading straight for my dad.