My heart was thumping in my chest.
She didn't show any sign of seeing me, so I doubted that
she even saw me, but you can never be too sure.
"Grandma Where are the colors," I asked.
My grandmother pointed towards a cabinet, not
looking at me.
I ran towards the cabinet and pulled out a handful of dark colors.
I ran down the stairs and into the dining room, sitting down
on the table.
I drew furiously and I decided to investigate further through the house.
After a while of searching I decided to go outside in my new body form.
As soon I stepped outside I began to burn.
"Holy fried chicken!" I yelled.
It hit me. I mean I was a ghost so yeah.
I started to peek at my self drawing.
It looked like a black shaded in person...
"Grandma I'm going to get some more colors." She headed up
the stairs and brought back a red color.
She shaded in the eyes and grandmas eyes widened and then she started speaking about this story in the attic.
Once it was done it looked like a creepy person.
That person looked like me..
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The Girl in the Attic
HorrorLong ago, Nina Turner Grandmother told her a story about a girl in the attic. Of course she thought it was part of her grandmother's imagination. Until one night she wakes up from creaking sounds coming from her attic. [may be too scary for reads b...
