A Ghosts story

Who are you?

I sit here, for the 100th time, bored out of my mind. A live human being hasn't been in my house in over two decades, and all i get to deal woth is the loud and noisy Jane, who is upstairs. I haunt the downstairs, mostly, I wont go upstairs, i hate the upstairs, but ill go down to the basement.

"JANE SHUT UP!" I yell at her for the tenth time today, she keeps stomping up and down the hallways, which happens to be right above me.

"YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO." She yells back.

I groan and slouch in my chair. I then my head over to the dusty counter and look at the spoon that I can manage to move. I get up and walk into the kitchen opening a drawer and grabbing out a knife. I put it on the counter In a hurry or I would have dropped it, because its heavy, and its a pain to grab heavy things off of the floor. Jane runs down the stairs and looks at me.

"What." I say.

"I saw people! They are coming towards the house!" She says in excitement. I swear, she looks 16 and acts like she is eight.

"What!" I also yell, I mean it's been two decades, what ghost wouldn't be excited?

We rush over to the door and watch as the lock turns and the door opens.

Mary Coape, which I haven't seen in years walks through the door with three men behind her.

"Is she selling the house?" Jane asks as they walk past us.

"No, look they have those weird devices on their hands." I comment.

"Yea, cameras."

"Right those."

We follow them as Mary gives the men a tour.

"Alright, this house has 3 rooms, upstairs and one down here." She starts off.

"Does this house have a basement?" One man asks.

"Yes."

"Alright, would you mind starting upstairs? Then we will go down from there." The second guy says.

"Sure." Mary says to them.

The second and third guy turn on their cameras and point them at Mary.

They walk upstairs and I stop, allowing Jane to follow.

"Seriously, this one time that people are here, you won't come?" Jane says as she turns around and looks at me.

She's right. I sigh and slowly step on the first step which causes a loud creak to bounce through the house

"Woah, did you hear that?" One of the guys say.

"Yea." Another answers the other guy.

"Shhhh!" Jane says,"step on the sides not right in the middle."

"Sorry." I say and roll my eyes. I finally reach the top and see them walking into a room. We follow them and the men start to record.

"This house is 257 years old, built in the 1800's this house has had only two deaths." Mary starts.

"Right in this room is one of them, Jane Acartny, suicide, she cit her own wrists and hung herself up on this ceiling fan. I look over and Jane and she looks sad, which I barely see.

Mary gives the rest of the tour upstairs and everyone finally moves Downstairs.

"Finally." I groan out.

Jane rolls her eyes at me and they move past the kitchen and into my room. I gulp and slowly follow them, so does jane.

"Right in this room died sir Davis Cotorlo," Mary says.