The Truck
Time seemed to slow as the truck came towards Ashe, his legs seemed like jelly. He finally ran away from the truck, it barely skimming him. His friends were crying though, except one. She never cried, eyes only watered, but she seemed angry. "Guys, I'm fine," As he said as he came over. As he tried to pat his friend's shoulder, he went through his friend's shoulder... Ashe didn't turn around, he knew what was behind him.
Poltergeist, Ghost, Same Difference
"I swear to the Gods, Nate, that this school has poltergeist or something," Whispers Nate's twin, Kate. Her shoes have been stepped on for the 40th time that month.
"You already said that, Kate," Nate says, rolling his eyes
"I said ghost before I knew it was malevolent."
"Ghost, poltergeist, same difference," crossing his arms, " besides, do you even know what malevolent means?"
"Whatever Nate. You're going to piss off a spirit of you keep talking like that."
She was right, says the narrator. He died a few years later, saying "Poltergeist, ghost, same differ-"
Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed reading those. Sorry it took so long. I was busy with a story that I'm planning out. Anyways, have a good day.
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