Words: Ghost, General

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A brown haired, male teenager was walking along the snowy ground quickly so he could get back to his house. Just as he was entering his house, he heard an almost inaudible whisper. The teen looks over his shoulder but sees nothing so he shrugs it off. He yells into the house, "Mom! I'm home from school!"

"That's nice, Jamie. Would you mind watching over Sophie for me?" his mom said as she walked around a corner.

"Of course not. Sophie! You wanna play Bunny Rabbit?"

"Bunny rabbit, hop, hop, hop!"

"Come on Sophie! Hop, hop, hop!" Jamie said as he hopped around the entire house.

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"And now we see another person walking into his house and guess what! He doesn't see me!", says a teenager with brown hair, brown eyes and dressed in an old military uniform from the late 1700's. The boy froze when the child looked back at the place the young soldier was standing.

The soldier looked at the child with shock written all over his face but he deflated when the boy shrugged and went into his house.

"Of course. Why would anyone ever see Jack Frost." the boy, who appeared to be named Jack Frost, scuffed the ground with his foot and turned to walk away. He walked towards the nearby forest and climbed the largest tree next to a pond. Sitting on a large branch with his back against the trunk the young soldier sighed.

Jack didn't care that he was dead, or a ghost, but he just wished he was seen and didn't live this eternal life all alone. He just wanted a friend or to be 'put to rest' as heard from some ghost believers.

It wasn't that much to ask for but it was hard. He had no one to talk to and he knew he was beginning to lose his mind. He noticed that there were blanks in his mind and he did some things without knowing why and he did them over and over and over and over again. Closing his eyes, the teenager fell asleep in his tree, breathing softly.

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Breathing softly, a young teen woke up in his room with slow blinks and a subtle yawn. Sitting up with a stretch, the child walked out of his room with slippered feet and into the kitchen where his mom was making pancakes. He sat next to his sister when he heard a soft, almost unheard whisper. Looking around, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, and continued eating his breakfast.

The brunette boy began getting ready for his day when he heard the whisper again but he could not ignore it. He looked around his room and even looked out his window and was about to shrug it off once more but then he saw something odd. Looking closer, the boy saw a faint outline of a boy.

Curious, the boy finished getting ready quickly and ran down the stairs and outside into the backyard. He ran towards the place where he saw the outline but there was still nothing there.

Closing his eyes, the boy remembered the shape and general idea of the outline he saw and pictured it right in front of him. He cautiously opened his eyes and he was surprised by what he saw.

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Jack was standing in the backyard of the boy who almost saw him yesterday. He knew it was pointless to hope, but he couldn't help it. He wanted for the boy to hear him so badly. He stood near the kitchen window and announces, "Today, we see that she prepared a lovely and popular breakfast meal of pancakes!"

Jack nearly stopped breathing in anticipation. He sighed again knowing he tricked himself into believing it would happen again. He moved into the middle of the yard when the kid went upstairs to his room. Sighing, the soldier once more declares, "And here I stand, all alone. Just like always."

Jack did not see the boy look out his window after his comment and therefore was confused when the boy came bursting out of his house like a firework just lit. The boy stopped running when he was just in front of the soldier. The soldier, not expecting him, took a few steps back.

The boy in front of him closed his eyes and appeared to focus and concentrate really hard on something. The child opened his eyes slowly and his face showed shock. Confused, Jack looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Looking back at the child in front of him, he crouched down to look at the child's face but saw the child's eyes following him.

Jack's face scrunched in confusion and said, "Can you see me?" The boy in front of him nodded. Excited, Jack said, "You can hear me?" Again, the child nodded. Jack jumped up and jumped excitedly saying, "He can see me!" Jamie responded, "I can see you!"

"I know!"

"I can hear you!"

"I know!"

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"So, you are a ghost who lived in this town 232 years ago and fought in the Revolutionary War but drowned crossing a raging river?" Jack nodded in affirmation while sitting on the desk in Jamie's room. "That is so cool!" Jamie yelled from his bed.

"Yep. That's my story in a nutshell." Jack responded as he looked out the window. "It's getting late. I better go." He got up and walked over to the window but was stopped when Jamie shouted, "Wait!" The soldier turned to him expectantly. "Will you come back?"

"If you want me to." said with slight hesitance.

"Yeah! I can even help you so you are no longer a ghost!"

"Really? That would be awesome!" Jack said and then flew out the window. Jamie followed him to the window and watched him fly towards the forest. Jamie hopped on his computer and began to research ghosts and how to help them move on.

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In the dark woods, the young soldier is sitting by a frozen lake. He sits silently, the only movement his chest as he breathes. A contemplative look sits upon his face. He could not believe that someone finally saw him, and they would help him! He could see his family again!

Leaning against his favorite tree, Jack closed his eyes and fell asleep, a slight smile on his face as he began to dream of playing with his sister.

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The next day, Jamie sat on his bed waiting for Jack to show up. He had a book in his hands and it was looking at it. Soon, Jack flew in the open window and said, "Hey."

Jamie looked up from the book and closed it, responding, "Hey, so I did some research on the Internet about ghosts and how to find them and this is what I found." He walked over to his computer and Jack followed him and watched as the teenager pulled up a website entitled "HOW TO GET RID OF GHOSTS" in a bold font. Jamie turned towards Jack and stated, "Basically, this site is saying that to put a ghost to rest, is to find their grave, cover them in salt, and burn them. It sounds simple enough."

"Yep. Now, I am going to go find my bones! Be back when I find them!" Jack said in a bright and excited face.

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Jack walked along the edge of the river he drowned in, and was looking into the water to the bottom. He was hoping he would find the bones quickly. Jamie was a great kid, but Jack wanted to be with his family again. He missed them. That is all he wanted in this afterlife.

As the soldier approached a bend in the river, he saw something abnormal in the riverbed. He kneeled down and noticed a bone shaped object. Reaching in, the boy pulled it out and immediately knew it was his arm bone. He waded into the river and dived under, trying to find all the bones.

Jack was lucky and managed to find all of the bones somehow; he even had all the little hand and foot bones! Climbing out of the water, Jack looked at all of the bones and smiled.

Memorizing the location, Jack went back to Jamie's and yelled with a smile, "Jamie! found the bones! Jamie?" Jack's excitement leaving him as he saw Jamie was sleeping soundly. Surprised, Jack looked out the window and noticed it was dark. Oops. He didn't realize he was gone so long.

Jack settled on the desk with a book Jamie had laying around. Bored, Jack began to read the book while he waited for morning to come.

Jack was almost finished with the book when Jamie woke up in the morning. Groggily, he asked, "Jack? Is that you?" while squinting towards the desk where Jack still sat. Jack held up his pointer finger without looking up from his book. "Jack, how long have you been reading…" Jamie stopped to look at what Jack was reading, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone?"

Jack looked up as he finished the book and responded, "I've been here since about 1 am. I found my bones and came to tell you but it was late and I saw the book so I decided to read it."

"Okay! Awesome! Lead the way!" Jamie exclaimed and ran down the stairs to the door. He put on his boots, coat and hat and was about to run out the front door when he remembered that he needed salt and matches. He rushed towards the kitchen grabbed the salt as well as a box of matches and quickly left.

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Jamie followed Jack to the river in the woods. Jack ran faster as he got more and more excited. Jamie followed closely behind. They were soon at the spot where Jack left his bones. The teenager frozen in time stood near his bones while Jamie said, "Let's do this."

Grabbing the salt, Jamie covered the bones in salt and lit a match. He threw the match onto the bones and watched it ignite. Jamie looked up as he saw Jack flicker away. The last he saw of him was a smile filled with joy and small wave from the young soldier. Smiling, Jamie began to walk back home, happy to be able to help someone see their family again.

A/N: Hey guys! I have a new chapter for you! I am really busy with school, drama club, and life in general. I'm sorry it takes me so long to write these chapters.

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