Brian Smith: The Ghost

Brian Smith: The Ghost

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Brian Smith : The Ghost This story is about a teenager named Brian Smith. He was walking to High School, when he heard this noise from the back of the school so he decided to take a peek. He peered over the wall and saw this ghost. He was all flames with a leather jacket, black pants and shoes, and what seemed to look like a chain with a knife at the end of it. Brian had no idea who this ghost was and what he was here to do. Brian thought “ For the sake of my school, I think I’ll go and ask him why he’s here. Anyways, even if I die, nobody likes me and won’t care.” This made Brian feel empty inside, but he didn’t let that get to him. He took a deep breath and went towards the ghost. The ghost had his back faced towards Brian so when he looked back, all he had was a skull! Brian could NOT believe his eyes!! He saw a ghost who apparently came to HIS High School to do what?
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