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“I’m dead.” “No you’re not.” “Yes I am.” “No you’re not. I can see you talking to me. Dead people can’t talk.” The girl pondered this statement, but only for a minute. “Maybe you can talk to the dead.” “That’s impossible.” “How do you know? Have you ever tried? You’re talking to me and I’m dead. Clearly it’s possible.” That shut him up. The boy stood there, the gears in his brain turning, trying to understand this new revelation. He looked around the room, wondering if more ghosts were present, wondering if perhaps his mother were among them. He glanced at the window, at the light shining through it, hitting his toys, his sister’s toys, bouncing off the wall, making his shadow appear on the floor beside him. He stood up and peaked into his dresser drawers, at the disarray of undergarments and shirts and pants all stuffed into one shelf. No ghosts there. He didn’t even bother checking his sister’s drawers; they were too organized, too pristine, too clean for a ghost to hide within. He glanced up at the girl and she smirked back. “Can’t find what you’re looking for?” “Where are the others?” “Others?” “The other ghosts?” “There are no such thing as ghosts silly.” “You’re a ghost. If you are dead, as you say you are, you have to be a ghost. How else can I talk to you?” “Fine, I’m a ghost, if that’s what you want me to be.” “What else can you be?” “I don’t know.” They both stayed silent, each staring down the other. The silence was growing, enveloping them, drowning them, surrounding them from all sides. It was suffocating. “How did you die?” The boy broke the silence, scaring it away, hoping it would never return. “I don’t know. I just woke up and I was dead. I didn’t really see it coming or anything. It just happened.” “Does it hurt... ... middle of paper ... ...d far below the horizon, until the room went pitch black and he couldn’t see a thing. “Daddy, where are you?” The front door slammed open and he heard his daughter’s footsteps running through the house. He couldn’t break the news to her, not yet. She was too young, too impressionable. He had no idea how she would react to her brother’s passing. He kissed his son’s forehead and pulled the covers over the boy’s head. “Daddy, I’m home!” she yelled, turning on the lights in the room. She glances at the floor, frowns and asks, “Who played with my doll? She wasn’t wearing that dress before!” The dad glances at the floor, at the doll with the lavender dress, at the clothes folded neatly beside her. The ghost girl chuckles and grabs the hand of the now ghost boy, who stands beside her, watching the family he was leaving behind. He sighs and the two of them disappear.
Auntie Sarah was Annabelle’s aunt, she would often go on explorations through the house either when the family wasn’t around, or when they were sleeping. Annabelle had always wanted to tag along, she never had the courage to ask Auntie Sarah though, and one day Auntie Sarah approached Annabelle and asked her if she would join her, Annabelle invited Tiffany. They go to look at the spiders, it was time to go, and Annabelle got stuck in the spider’s web. When they helped her get out, moments later, the family came down, Auntie Sarah was able to hide, Annabelle and Tiffany were too far ahead already. They leapt into a book bag, and went to school with Kate, and when the hall was quite they began to roam in search of Kate, the owner of the Funcrafts. School ends, the two dolls didn’t make it back in time they roamed the school hallways the next day they returned right away to the book bags and stayed in there the entire day. To their surprise, they went into the wrong book bag; it was a Friday so they wouldn’t get home until Monday. The family Annabelle and Tiffany came home with leave on long weekends, and we meet the meanest doll in the world, Princess Mimi. Princess Mimi corners the other living dolls with fear, and then she meets Annabelle and Tiffany; when she leaves we find out they don’t want to be her friend because she thinks she’s queen of all dolls and she treats her friends like slaves.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
...ng up the pebble road so they went outside to see who or what was coming to the plantation. When they went outside no one or thing was there one of the office workers there at the plantation said that they heard something so they went to see what it was and they saw a group of rocking chairs rocking all at the same time. Another one of the workers there said that she saw multiple things move across the desk tops. One of the couple tour guides there was giving a tour when suddenly a candle stick flew across the room. Another one of the staff workers there reported hearing someone crying inside of the mansion. A staff worker Mitchell borne was working alone one night inside of the mansion when he felt someone touching his arm. One of the tour guides was walking around when they did not have a tour and saw a figure sitting upright in one of the beds. ("Ghosts tales”).
In conclusion, this was an awesome story. The above questions were the catalyst to the real truth that would make the brother to that little girl free at last. His son was determined to break the cycle and remedy this generational condition, although the means by which he used were terrible. But, he would get through to his father. He shed light in the dark place by first beating his father into sobriety, so that he could think clearly. He then helped his father to open up to the discussion concerning the secret he had held on to for so long. Then, he also convinced his father to burn the “Shawl” of his deceased sister. And finally, his father realized what the true story was. A story that would in turn loose the tie that bound them all together with generational sorrows.
“She had pranked her own death. I don’t know what possessed her to do such a weird prank. It’s a twisted, sick joke.”
"And I say the girl's dead and we all helped to kill her and that's what matters."
The next morning, Maggie filed a police report about seeing the young boy in their house the previous night prior to her husband’s death. The police went to the Wilson’s house to investigate, but the boy was gone and there was no sign of any unusual activity. The three of them went back to their home where they mourned the loss of their dad and husband. The next night went smooth, they all stayed in the guest bedroom, avoiding the room where they had seen the young boy, and the room where Joe died. Two days later, at Joe’s funeral, Reagan spotted a young boy that looked like the boy she saw floating into her room that dreadful night. Reagan rushed over to her mom and Chandler to tell them what she saw. The night of the funeral, thunderstorms moved in and a big gust of wind blew a tree limb down onto the power lines adjacent to their house. This caused a power outage in the middle of the night followed by a loud lightning strike, which woke Maggie up. Suddenly an image appeared to be floating toward her. The shadow immediately made her think of the young boy they saw the other day. Before Maggie could call the police, the young boy strangled her to death. Her screams woke Reagan and Chandler up. They hid under the covers crying and hoping the young demon boy would go away. However,
I'd look into that closet and see darkness, then I'd start to see a light starting to form and it went into like a ball shape sort of like a basketball and then I'd see a face in that ball—they call that a ghost globule—I didn't know what it was then. It was the face of an old lady, and she was not looking pleasant—the ball came out into my bedroom and I could hear footsteps and heavy breathing, the room became icy cold, that's a psychic cold—and I'm saying to myself, “There's a logical reason for all of this,” but by that time I was out of the bed and right between my mother and father in their bed.”
“Okay, yeah. So, I'm kind of maybe sort of the god of the dead. I was experimenting with you expendable, worthless beings, and you have failed the test. Well, there was no winning it. Your time has come. You have become full of yourself. You think you are a god. No, you are not a god. I am a god. And you are a disgrace to your species of disgraces.”
"Bod, this may sound silly, but how exactly am I going to meet your family.. If I can't exactly see them." Ruby asked nervously. Bod could tell she wanted to make a good impression on them. Bod thoughtfully looked at his fiancée. He looked after at her remembering why he fell in love with her. She had a heart of gold. He used to stress that she would think he was crazy for telling her that he could see ghosts. "It's okay, you don't need to be able to see them all." From behind the church an old man walked at a slow pace towards them. Concerned at who this could be, Ruby looked over at Bod's face who's face remained unchanged. "Long time no see, Silas." Bod stood up and shook Silas hand. They didn't hug or exchange any words. "Silas I'd like you to meet someone special." I stand up slowly and shake his hand. "I'm Ruby, Bods fiancée." The slightest smile spend across Silas's
They found a Halloween costume inside the box which was Mya's dream Halloween costume. Excited, Mya she couldn’t hold her happiness inside her. Therefore, she decided to try it on, but, as Mya was about to do so, the lights went off. Shocked, Mya and her friend just sat there listening and staring at the ceiling as they heard a noise. Frustrated, Mya groaned while listening how the old haunted house creaked. She wished there was light in the basement room. Even though Mya who was not a person who believed in ghosts, she saw how dark shadows gathered in the corners of the room. Suddenly, Mya heard footsteps coming down the stairs, through the hallway and stopped at the door. Someone
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
Suddenly she felt a touSH on her arm, but quick jerking aroND she saw only the menacing shadows brought by the luminous lightning striking in the night sky. As she turned back to the window the cold ghostly apparition of a small girl stood on the porch. Jenny blinked quickly ,but she was still there motioning for her to come outside. Jenny closed her eyes in horror, and reluctantly opened them again to see no one there. She could not contain her curiosity and softly walked to open the door and slowly walked outside to search for this child who seemed to need her so
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
“Now that is creepy. Why are my sister’s dolls down here anyway?” I said out loud. “Whatever.” So I just kept walking to the movie room. As I passed the huge closet and enormous fireplace, I was finally in the movie room. “Wow! This basement is huge!” I thought myself. The finale is about to start so I grab the remote for the 100 by 100 inch TV. I turn it on and right away, white black lines go across the screen. I see a hint of red scattered on the TV. All of a sudden, the TV goes all white and I see that there is not red in the TV, it’s on the TV! I then came to the consensus that it is blood! I started to think about the doll. Suddenly, the lights go out and the TV turns black. Reclined back, I struggle to get up. When I got up, my legs are shaking. I sprint up to the light switch. I tried turning it on but the switch was busted. I rushed to the door. I tried the doorknob, but it was locked! “Somebody had to have done this.” I thought to myself. Thoughts started rushing through my head; I was getting anxiety, I start hearing noises and voices. I listen more carefully, I hear the sound of air hockey table turning on and off, I hear the claps of thunder, I hear scratching coming closer! Closer! Closer! Closer! Closer! Suddenly, the creepy overwhelm me; I hear the piano playing by itself! I looked back at the TV in search of the doll. The TV started turning on and off. The doll was