"Thats impossible" I said to Carly.
"B-but it's true" Whimpered Carly. I moved around the room thinking of any explanation. Nothing. There was no explanation as to why Carly thought she saw Abraham Lincoln. I pulled Tom aside as Carly looked up at the painting. "What if she truly saw him?" I asked him.
"Thats not likely i don't believe in silly ghost stories."
"Then what do you believe in?" I asked him
"You know what i believe, god created us." He replied
"Bull. How can you believe all that stuff about god?"
"It's what i'v been taught--"
"Thats right its what you parents believe in. You don't have to believe what they believe."
Carly walked up to me and said, "I agree with her." She looked up at me and smiled. "You know people who have lived here have said to have seen ghost or spirits." I said changing the subject.
I walked into my room and got onto my laptop and ignored my heart racing as Tom laid on the bed with me. Carly climbed onto my lap. "It says here 'many first ladies, presidents and vistors have seen ghosts in the white house' Lets see...One of them is...dead all the people who have reportedly seen Abraham in the white house are dead."
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What Secrets Lie in The White House
Mystère / ThrillerScarlett has lived in the White House all her life, but when she witness a murder, ahe wants to solve the mystery. But will the murderer let her live?
