Once upon a time there was a little boy who saw a ghost. The ghost disappeared. The little boy became determined to find the ghost. Each day and night for two weeks he searched for the ghost with a ghost detector. The ghost detector kept going off so he thought the ghost detector was defective. The next morning he saw this couple so he decided to follow them for clues. The couple stopped at a cemetery and he just kept observing them for the next week. The couple would stop at the same cemetery and the same grave. He decided to go and check the grave. It said;
Here lies Asher Falls
He was a brother to some
And a son to some
But to others he was everything
He thought nothing of it even though it was an ironic situation.
He then went to the couples house and looked at the little boys room. He noticed the little boy who had inhabited this room liked the same stuff as him.
He turned around and noticed a mirror. There was a little boy smiling at him. The little boy in the mirror decided to talk.
"Asher,
Asher,
Asher,
Poor little Asher.
Don't you remember Asher?"
"Remember what."
"Connect the dots. You're a smart kid."
"..."
"I though you would catch on by now."
The little boy decided to think. The ghost detector would beep every time it was around him. His room looked exactly like this one and the couple did look familiar. The grave stone....what did it say? The grave stone had the same exact first and last name as him.
"You see Asher you already caught the ghost along time ago, you just didn't want to admit that you caught it."
"Stop it."
"Stop what Asher? After all you wanted to catch something you couldn't see. Sometimes its better off leaving things how they are rather than pick your little nose in it."
"Everything can go back to normal right?"
"No. It's too late. Now you have to realize it. Connect the dots" The boy in the mirror started laughing and changed into this bloody form.
In that very moment the little boy realized that he himself was the ghost he was trying to catch.
