Chapter 1
Did you know that ghost writer was once human?
He lived by the Bermuda triangle.
He was just a regular person who loved to write about many things from fiction to non and then some.
Anyway he was very famous. He had a wife and four children. The wife's name was Autumn and the children's names were Kate, Zac, Jacob, and Rachael.
He also had a big house It was three stories tall.
One time he was having writer's block so he took a vacation to the Bermuda all of a sudden he got sucked up into this void. This void was like this cold, black hole.
When he woke up he couldn't remember anything and all he could see is a green and purple wall and some people and surprisingly his youngest daughter Kate. Who was the age of five.
He didn't know who the people were but they could float and he bellowed, "What the hell is going on?!?!." And one of the ghost's said "You are in the ghost world."
"THE WHAT?!" screamed the ghostwriter. "Hi I'm Becky. These ghost's are Angie, Liz, James, Bobby,and Jordon." "Um... OK I wish I knew where i was" said the ghost writer.
"I already told you you're in the ghost world" said Becky.
"Oh lovely, how do I get home?" said the Ghostwriter. "You don't go back your stuck here." said James.
"WHAT. But I need to get home to my family." "I'm sorry but your stuck here." said Jordon sympathetically. "Oh great." said the ghost writer sarcastically.
"It is great, isn't it."said Eric. "I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!!!!!!" "Oh well you don't have to yell at me."
"Don't cry it's OK" said James comfortingly running to him.
"Why did you yell at him? He has feelings too."Angie screamed.
"I'm sorry i was mad and... I'm sorry."
"Daddy where are we?" asked Kate
"Aww man i forgot she was here." thought the ghostwriter.
He spent a good 5 minutes trying to think of something but all he could think of was"umm we're.... at a new park."
"Oh OK daddy"
"So what do we do now?" Asked the ghostwriter.