The Ghost of Life

Hello people, I am going to tell you a story about the Ghost of Life. It's about when Ethan, William, Mrs. Chabot and I go into a friend's house. What are the friend's names you ask? Well, there names are Jim, Jack and Mr. Woodward. We all didn't know that their house was a little haunted. We went there for a sleepover, sleeping in a room that was haunted. Now the story!

To start off with a introduction would probably be the best so you know who we are. My name is Lindsey Lynn. I have have light blond hair, light blue eyes, and I'm a freshmen in high-school. I'm the leader in our little group, and I do most of the planning, along with the help of my two friends.

Ethan Blake, one of my two friends, is the head strong person of the group. He's the bravest of us all, but at the same time, he can act like the stupidest of us all. He's always the first to start a fight. He's got short black hair, bright green eyes, and the whole bad boy style in him. But he has his moments when he wants to be nice. He's the oldest out of the three of us. He's in the same grade as myself and my other friend, William.

William is the youngest out of whole group and the most intelligent of us all. He has a way with getting into any computer, he's the best hacker around (its the only way that Ethan was able to pass his classes.) Yet one thing he has a problem with is that he's scared easily, due to the fact that he was bullied often in the younger years of his life. Ethan and I came to his rescue and we've been best friends since. He's about a inch under me in high, so about 5'4. He had a light brown hair that just fell over his eyes, which were a dark blue.

Last is our friend/person who wont leave us alone because she has to watch us while our families are away, Mrs. Chabot. She a pretty good person to talk to at times, but the factor that bothers her the most is when we look into other peoples haunted houses and places that have been confirmed to be haunted. She hates it and thinks its wrong for children like to believe in stuff like that. She also didn't agree for us to investigate Mr. Wooward's home, so we called our parents and explained that we wanted to search into the supernatural, they agreed at once and told Mrs. Chabot to let us go there. Mrs. Chabot has this ugly colored hair that just makes you want to puke. Her eyes were such a dark brown that they looked to be onyx black, the eye color of a evil witch.

We first heard of this haunted house form a friend of ours named Mr. Woodward. He told us that the house was, in the beginning, just a little old and out of date, yet after settling in for about a few weeks, things started to change. It started out with just few things of his and adoptive sons, Jim ad Jack, disappearing. But after a few more mouths passed by, things began to get worse. Doors shutting on their own accord, and plates falling from the shelves, nothing causing them to move. We had the three of them leave the house for the time being so that we could see how the ghost would act around us, and so that they wouldn't get hurt.

When we first arrived into the house, we went upstairs and started to search the rooms, starting with Mr. Woodward's. We planned to start a normal conversation to see what the ghost would do when we were just talking to each other. While Ethan, William and Mrs. Chabot were talking next to me, I felt something hard fall on the top of my head.

"Oww! What the heck! What hit me?" I yelped.

"Something just probably fell of the shelf Lins." Ethan said.

"Nothing fell of the shelf Ethan, and I'm no where near anything in the room to be hit by." I said.

"Maybe it's the ghost." William whispered, scared already.

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Chabot said, enraged. "There is no such thing as a ghost! Get those thoughts out of your heads, children!"

The rest of the night passed on and soon we all prepared to get ready for bed in the guest bedroom. The boys were to sleep on one side of the room while a curtain was hung in the center of it (curtsy of Mrs. Chabot), to keep the boys separated from us. Although, I think Mrs. Chabot got a little carried away with watching over us with that. She soon shoved us off to bed, and I watched as the others slowly drifted off to sleep.

As the hours passed though, I was unable to follow them into the land of dreams. I tossed and turned for hours on end, until about 1 in the morning. I rose from my bed and headed downstairs. Once down there, I finally began to realize how terrifying this place was, in the dark that is. The only bit f light I had to see my way around the house was by the light of the full moon that showed so brightly threw the window.

I headed down into the kitchen to grab a glass of water hoping it would calm my neves down enough that i could sleep for the few hours of the night that were left. I was never give that chance. The door suddenly closed behind my back as i had entered the kitchen, slamming shut. I pulled on it as hard as I could, but no matter what I did, the door didn't budge. It suddenly felt colder in the room. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep my self warm. I turned around and had to cover my mouth with both of my hands to keep from screaming.

In front of me was the ghost.
 And he was nothing but pure ugly. Even though he was a ghost, he looked as if he had still just moved on to the grave. Most of the left side of his body and face was burned. Causing little pieces of the skin to hang on the edge of his bones that were supposed to be his face. No hair was on his head, and you could see the flesh of his body rotting and blood still rolling down from the wounds.

"Who are you?" I asked. The ghost opened its eyes to revile to me that it had only 1 and a half. The blood fell from the eye which was half gone. He slowly floated towards me and i tried to step back from him, only for my back to met the wall and trip, falling to the ground.

The ghost continued to approach and I covered my eyes, fearing the end had come for me, but was surprised when I felt only a small cool breeze. I opened my eyes and saw that the ghost was gone, for the moment. I got up to leave when the ghost reappeared next to me and it took all i could to keep from screaming. I was able to turn my scream into a gasp and I feel back to the floor. The ghost came up to me again, this time letting his bloody fingers trace the side of my face, a cool breeze was where his fingers touch me.

"Now my dear," The ghost said. "If I were to kill you, as you believe me to do, then who would there be to scare? It wold put me out of a job." The ghost laughed, throwing his head back.

"Ahh, to be alive again." He said. "Now my dear, I believe that we must 'talk'. There are things i will explain, and you will listen. Understand?" I nodded my head in fear.

"Good girl. I am a sprit from the old house that was here before this one, maybe two hundred years ago. I do not remember my real name, so I am just called Haunted. It fits me perfectly. It is a hobby of all ghosts to scare the souls of the living most all the time, yet, during one to a few days in a year is when we appear to show our best pranks and show ourselves, for me this is three days before the day you call 'Halloween'.

"You are the first of your friends to see me and fear me, but now that I have gotten you, it would be harder to get you again, now that you know of me. But you will not tell your friends about me until they find out on there own, or I just might make a exception this year to take on a apprentice in scaring the living, by kill one or more of your friends. Now go its time for you to go, the sun is here, and I must sleep for tonight." As I blinked my eyes, he was gone, and just as he had said, the sun was just barely rising over the hill side outside the window.

I slowly headed back upstairs to our room and crawled onto my bed, enjoying the daylight, to be protected from Haunted. I never noticed how much I loved the sun until now.

I heard Ethan stir from on the other side of the room. I watched him stand on the other side of the room behind the curtain that Mrs. Chabot had placed up between us. I slowly got up from my bed and passed threw the curtain to see him. He had on his sweat pants from last night along with a thin, sleeveless shirt on. He pulled out his MP3 player and sat back on his bed, putting the ear pieces into his ear and flopping back down on the bed with not a care in the world. Yet just as his head came back, it hit the wood on the back of the bed. He jumped up from where he sat and rubbed the back of his head, groaning.

I couldn't help but laugh at that, but I didn't go unheard. Ethan raised his head and looked at me.

"Morning." I whispered, lowering my face to look at the floor to hide a blush that was coming to my face. He nodded and lowered his own head. Why he did that, I have no idea.

"Want to go down for breakfast?" He asked me. I nodded and let him lead the way downstairs.

"By the way," He said. "Why do you look so tired? Bad night?"

"Yeah," I said. "I didn't get any bit of sleep. It makes me feel like I'm dead on my feet." He laughed at this before stopping after we had gotten to the bottom of the stairs. Before I knew what happened, he had gotten up behind me and literally swept me off my feet. My arms raced up to wrap themselves around his neck to keep from falling.

"What are you doing?" I said, surprised by this action.

"I'm helping you down the stairs before you fall flat on your face." He laughed. He carried me downstairs and placed me at the table before looking for some breakfast. He pulled out a glass of orange juice and some cereal.

"I hope we find something tonight." He said, taking the seat next to me. "Last night we didn't find anything, only the clue that something hit you."

"I know that you'll find something Ethan, you always do." I said, finally at ease as i sat next to him.

Author's Note:

This is one of my newer stories and I hope you like it!

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