The Story of Boo Wilder~

Boo Wilder~

A/N:
Hello!
Thank you choosing this story- I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Random background info about this story:
•it was meant to be for Halloween but I couldn't finish it on time.
•it was a completely original and random idea I had when I was staying up pretty late.
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~C xo
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Living in Salem on 8 Harrison street, were the Wilders. They were a happy, loving family of three.

There was Mrs Wilder, who had soft brown hair and striking blue eyes; she was a hard working woman, who liked to teach martial arts.

Mr Wilder, who had dark chocolate hair with light hazel green eyes- he was a quiet, reserved man but worked all the same at the town's library. And then, there was Boo. Boo Wilder.

Unlike his name, he wasn't a peculiar child.
Or so it seems. He had brown hair, which curled slightly at the ends: eyes shockingly blue as his mother's (if you didn't recognise the small quarter of green on the left). But yes, he was perfectly normal. Like any other kid at 8, he played, preferably with his train set- a gift from his Aunt Imelda last Christmas.

He's been living the life as an ordinary child ever since.
Well.
Until his 10th birthday.

Cold wind wafted through spineless trees, clearing any fallen, crumpled leaves in it's path. It was Autumn and it was nearing to Halloween. Boo looked out from his window, staring obsessively at the rather large pile of leaves from his neighbour's front lawn.

Mr Miller continued to rake more leaves towards the pile and grumble profanities with a sour, concentrated face. He was a man in his 80's, who liked to secretly spy on other neighbours, such as Boo. Always found them 'unusually suspicious', he'd say. Once he was satisfied with his work, he stomped back to his house and slammed the door.

The past few weeks have been the same, Boo observed. And the old man still has no idea who keeps messing up his piles.
Boo grinned mischievously.

The rest of the day was spent annoying his neighbour and sneakily stealing chocolates (Mrs Wilder made sure to look the opposite way every time he did- because no, she did not see him take that chocolate bar she was thinking of saving later). 

It was til the very end of the day did he witness something strange. The dinner his mum cooked was still warm in his stomach as he laid in his bed. Exhausted from today's activities, he slowly drifted asleep.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Oh- sorry!"

Slowly, he opened his heavy lidded eyes and sat upright to see where the voices were coming from. Transparent against the moon's light were two glowing ghosts.

"Hide!" One of them said upon seeing him, accidentally going through the floor.
"Relax! He can't see us- we're ghosts, remember?" Rolling their eyes, they pulled their friend from the floor.

"Umm...actually-" Boo started before being interrupted by screams.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you."
He got out bed to meet them. At least they stopped screaming, he thought. Once standing in front of them, he was met with curious yet confused looks.

"I'm Boo, what's your name?"
One of the ghosts stepped forward and Boo couldn't help but notice the outstretched hand beckoning their friend behind them.
"I-"
"W-Why are you not scared of us?" the other ghost asked meekly.