Scree. Scree.

11:32 P.M.

There is a strange screeching noise coming from outside. I'm going to investigate.

I threw on my coat, putting my tape recorder in the pocket. After putting my boots on, I was ready. I followed the noise to a small park that consisted of only as slide and a couple of swings. A girl with a bluish tint was on a swing. I recognized her as a ghost because of this and her slight transparency. I walked along the fence to the entrance. "Hi." I said, seeing if she would talk. "I'm Dib. What's your name?" She murmured. I couldn't understand her.

"Huh?"

"Have you seen my Daddy?"

"No, are you lost?"

"No. I need to find him. He was mad at her…"

"Who?"

"Nelly."

"Who's Nelly?"

"My dog. He was mad at her for messing up his papers again. He sounded like he would hurt her. I think he likes those business papers more than me and Nelly."

"I'm going to look for your Daddy, okay?" I said, running off. She jumped off the swing and ran after me. I would have thought the papers would be what were keeping her from the afterlife, but the dog played an important role. Sure enough, running around blindly had led me to her a whimper. I jumped over a particularly large fence with the ghost hot on the trail. Nelly was a small ghost dog who was currently chained to a pole that she was straining against on the other side of the lot. A man yelled, "Stand still, mutt!" over an engine's roar. I ran and jumped. There was a blinding light. Would I end up as an eternally searching soul? I landed on hard ground. "Nelly!" The girl cried, running up. She hugged the dog. "Daddy?" she whimpered, shuddering and hugging the dog to her chest protectively. I looked up. The Dad was about to run into a tree. Would I have to save him, too? The truck stopped abruptly, inches from disaster. A tall man got out and made his way towards us. "Now why'd y'all go and do that!?" he demanded. "Daddy, you care more about your stupid papers than us!" the girl interrupted. "Honey, I only do that so we can survive in this dog-eat-dog world." The man said, turning softer in front of my eyes. "…I love you, Daddy." The girl sobbed, hugging him. They fizzled out of existence, but just before they disappeared, I heard a small voice ask, "…None of the dogs are going to eat Nelly, right, Daddy?"

12:45 P.M.

Case solved. I just guess I'll never know that ghost's name.