A Ghost Story : Living With A Ghost

Anya is a normal teenage girl from Russia, still trying to fit in into her school. She comes from an immigrant family and tried very hard to get rid of her accent and fit with the American culture. She is a typical girl that worries about boys and all type of girl stuff… However, she smokes.

At midnight a man walks down 2nd street in a black trench coat and stops at the door to Mrs.Stevenson’s house and carefully opens it. The man walks up the stairs toward Mrs.Stevenson's room while he is walking up stairs Mrs.Stevenson is taking her pills and getting ready to go to bed. The man walks in looks at Mrs. Stevenson and stands over her Mrs. Stevensons opens her eyes and screams and starts running toward the door, but since her health was so poor she didn't make it very far. The man grabbed her and drew a blade through her she immediately fell and started bleeding all over the floor the man went into her room and started taking her jewelry. The man then cleaned up and left the house with Mrs.Stevenson on the floor dead.

It was a cold fall night wind blowing like no other. Water was over flowing the bridge and going into the mill. There was a little girl and her mom walking down to the mill to pick up some wheat, but when they got there the little girl seen a big black shadow on the wall she sees it for a split second then it moves away. Monets later she falls her mom had no idea what happened to her it was untold and sudden.

Mrs. Queenie Simpson and her husband, Arthur where at home. They suddenly got into a fight and she got really upset and tore out of the house to go to a country club to go party. She left the country club at about 1:00 am and her friends left 10 minutes after her to come over to have one last drink. When she got home her husband was dead on the floor and it looked like he fell down the stairs.

“Mom” I said with confusion “What are you doing?” She turned around as I saw the small baby in her

dark there were reports of clowns out so parents keep an eye on their kids that night but all the parents were really weird the clowns so the parents were really going to grab the there kids were really wore about the kid mis mad was wed about her kids to so she goes inside to get a drink she comes back outside and her kids are gone she rans around to find her kids there nowhere to be found in the street. She searching everywhere but her children couldn't find them she see footprints in the grass in the yard she looks around on the porch she says there are no more footprints in her yard so she asks another parent in the neighborhood nobody have seen her kids they say she leaving asks the other kids in the neighborhood

The elderly lady managed to get up from her bed with all her strength but she was already weak from not eating. She called her son who had known the caretaker since he was a young boy. He couldn’t believe that she would do that. He rushed to the house where she was just arriving at the same time. She ran inside and pretended that she didn’t know anything. The son called the police and they took the caretaker into custody.

Once upon a time, in a little house down on Lawford Street in house number 138, there were two sisters, a mother and a father who all lived under the same roof and loved each other very much. They all used to get along without a single problem. The sisters used to have sleepovers in each other's bedrooms, sharing beds, braiding hair, attempting to stay up all night only to fall asleep at nine, all the typical little girl things. The parents used to stay up after their daughters fell asleep, talking about simple things while enjoying the quiet.

The daughter on the other hand, was devastated. She could not accept her brother's demise and started investigating. After investigating, she found out the truth about her stepmother and told her father. Her father did not believe her. She sought out a way to learn magic and turned her brother back to is normal self in front of her father to show him the truth, and the father discovered the true nature of the stepmother and kicked her

there was once a girl who lived with her mom her dad had died 12 years ago he was a U.S. air force he had died from a terrorist attack and he was never seen again he was a good man but he had never seen her daughter he had left for the air force before his wife carol was due for her daughter ever since the 12 year daughter has been doing everything she had to get three jobs working as a maid mowing lawns and also she worked a half hour at a supermarket she had all these jobs because she had never had her mom the day steven had died her husband she had never left out of her basement carol had locked the door from the outside and she had been locked out for pretty much abby's entire life she had never had

Then she opened the door and there stood three people with very familiar faces. It Was Shamus, James and Neil. Then the next day the blizzard had stopped and they all went to town to go get food. Then they all lived happily ever

In the short story Ghosts written by Edwidge Danticat a young man named Pascal and his family (mother, father, and a brother once a police officer, immigrated to Canada) live in an underprivileged area of Haiti called Bel Air. His parents once pigeon breeders, now own a restaurant in the neighborhood. The eatery caters to the working-class citizens as well as the local gang members. When Pascal is not working at the restaurant he is either attending computer programming school or working at the local radio station as a news writer. Pascal has the desire to have a program on the radio station, that he will use as a platform to discuss and alleviate the numerous issues within his community with guest such as; gang members, community leaders,

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had

“You think you know everything you,well you don’t. Do you know how hard it is to be trapped here,your the last one of your kin that can free this poor soul. Oh so pretty,oh so beautiful,you can free me,I know you can.” The eyes at the end of the hallway squinted at me,the voice laughed,and these white circles at the end of the dark hallway were no longer in my sight.

"Hero?!" I shouted as I put my hand underneath her chin, tilting her head so I could see it from many angles. Her eyes were shut and her breath was still. "Hero?" I mumbled as I stared at her with wide eyes.