Chapter 5

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I figured that since I just became alive again when I wanted to then I could become a ghost when I wanted to so I went to my families graveyard, where all of my family were. So the next day I went to my family graveyard and the moon was still, abnormally still. I believed, believed harder than ever that the one thing I wanted most was to become a ghost, become a ghost. The next thing I knew was that I saw my whole family standing in front of me I heard whispers like-
"Do you think he died of a heart attack"
"Where's his body gone" and all sorts and then I said-
"Hello, I'm Mike"
" James is this your kid" said an old looking ghost with a old fashioned cigar in his mouth but surprisingly with a very strong American accent. My dad wiggled through the crowd of ghosts, he looked at me.
" yep, this is mine, grandad" said my dad.
" he was just alive a second ago we suppose that he's died of a heart attack" said he same man with the old fashioned cigar who I now suppose is my great-grandpa.
"Hey mike, you wanna sleep in the spare grave tonight?" Said my dad changing the subject.
"Uh, yeeaaahhhh..." I said unsurely. My dad lead me to an old grave and pointed downwards
'so just float down until you find a space that has no dirt and sleep there, it should make a copy of your body tonight" explained dad. I scratched my head.
"Why do I have to have a copy of my body?" I asked.
"Um, I uh- IT JUST DOES THAT, OKAY!" Screamed dad.
I was feeling suspicious.
Something wasn't right

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