"What's with that old house anyway."
"I heard its haunted!"
"It is not. There are no such things as ghosts. You know that."
"There are too such things as ghosts! My friends mike's uncle was attacked by a ghost once!"
"Oh really.. And were you there to see it happen?"
"No."
"Exactly! There's nothing that can't be proved with science. Ghosts are just a figment of our imagination. Well, yours anyway."
"They are not!"
"They are too! And you know it! Now lets go.mum wants us to be back before sunset." The girl picked up her bike and started to ride off towards home. Her brother however, remained leaning on the fence to the house. It was a large old Victorian house with ivy leaves growing up the side of it. There was a rotting maple tree nearly twice as tall as the house its self near the entrance. In the windows you could see burgundy drapes, still in perfect condition, pulled tight to keep as much light out as possible. The boy couldn't tear his eyes from the building.
"Beautiful isn't it." The boy jumped. There was an elderly man dressed in a tatty old suit with an old faded black top hat. He was holding a wooden cane that had a golden H on the top of it. He turned to face the small boy with his brilliant green eyes.
"Potter manner it used to be called.but that was a long time ago. Before you were born I expect! How gorgeous it was then.still is.in a haunting way.." The boy just nodded his head.
"In fact, I used to attend the parties they had here! Wonderful they were.and Mrs.Potter.. She was so beautiful.. I miss her ever so much.." The old man turned his face up to the sky.
"May she rest in peace."
"I'm sorry but." the boy interrupted, "who are you?"
"Shouldn't ask that, no.no you shouldn't, its not your business to know who I am. The old man looked up at the sky again.
"Are you expecting rain?" The boy asked looking up towards the sky as well.
"No.no I'm expecting something more important that that.. Oh well.not today I guess.So long!" The old man tipped his hat and turned around and walked off. When the boy blinked he was gone.
"Where'd he go?" He asked himself. The boy shrugged his shoulders and picked up his bike and started to walk home
"I heard its haunted!"
"It is not. There are no such things as ghosts. You know that."
"There are too such things as ghosts! My friends mike's uncle was attacked by a ghost once!"
"Oh really.. And were you there to see it happen?"
"No."
"Exactly! There's nothing that can't be proved with science. Ghosts are just a figment of our imagination. Well, yours anyway."
"They are not!"
"They are too! And you know it! Now lets go.mum wants us to be back before sunset." The girl picked up her bike and started to ride off towards home. Her brother however, remained leaning on the fence to the house. It was a large old Victorian house with ivy leaves growing up the side of it. There was a rotting maple tree nearly twice as tall as the house its self near the entrance. In the windows you could see burgundy drapes, still in perfect condition, pulled tight to keep as much light out as possible. The boy couldn't tear his eyes from the building.
"Beautiful isn't it." The boy jumped. There was an elderly man dressed in a tatty old suit with an old faded black top hat. He was holding a wooden cane that had a golden H on the top of it. He turned to face the small boy with his brilliant green eyes.
"Potter manner it used to be called.but that was a long time ago. Before you were born I expect! How gorgeous it was then.still is.in a haunting way.." The boy just nodded his head.
"In fact, I used to attend the parties they had here! Wonderful they were.and Mrs.Potter.. She was so beautiful.. I miss her ever so much.." The old man turned his face up to the sky.
"May she rest in peace."
"I'm sorry but." the boy interrupted, "who are you?"
"Shouldn't ask that, no.no you shouldn't, its not your business to know who I am. The old man looked up at the sky again.
"Are you expecting rain?" The boy asked looking up towards the sky as well.
"No.no I'm expecting something more important that that.. Oh well.not today I guess.So long!" The old man tipped his hat and turned around and walked off. When the boy blinked he was gone.
"Where'd he go?" He asked himself. The boy shrugged his shoulders and picked up his bike and started to walk home