A Short Story : A Story Of A Ghost Story

There were wagons out, and rows of houses that had mold and rusty old metal and from the looks of it one could tell that the town was in a hurry to leave the little old ghost town.“yup, this town did not want to stand in the middle of the war” Jaylee had added when we all saw their belonging left behind we knew that Citaly was right, what if some of these people didn’t make it alive. Than i got this weird feeling that someone was following me but i ignored i thought it was just in my head it than i turned around again because i had the weird feeling again i knew it wasn't in my head than i saw a Citaly and i saw that there were shadows following us it was a black shadow but it vanished quick as a fly before i could observe it “guys did you see that” i said, “i saw it did you see it Jaylee” Citaly said ,“ guys stop and Alex stop scaring her we still have so much more to see dont mess thi- huh did one of you say something”,“No why what did you hear” i said, than jaylee turned around and saw the shadows that Citaly and I saw the shadow made all three of us so terrified the hairs on are neck sticked out and goosebumps running down are spine we knew that the shadows were certainly not are shadows that's when we knew we had to flee the spooky Ghost

We finally got to the so called haunted house. It was unsettling there was just something about it that none of us could put into words. Maybe we didn’t want to know why, maybe we just wanted to act as if nothing was wrong and saying nothing made that real. The house looked as if were falling apart like it would collapse at the slightest of wind. “ So I guess we should go in then” Sam almost whispered as if she didn’t want us to hear her. “ Yes, let's go in” Mary said, but the way she said it was off setting like she had no feelings. Though honestly, I don’t think any of us wanted to go in we walked up to the door and pushed.

“It is said that about a year ago, on those old country roads a man, named Heinz, was with one of his his relatives named Gloria. They were looking for his dog who ran away earlier that night. It was starting to get dark out so they decided to check the road one last time and then call it a day. They tramped over to the road. They glanced around the road and treeline, not seeing the dog anywhere. They soon began to walk down their driveway to head back home. When they began to head back, they heard a faint barking noise behind

“Ouch!” Nova mumbled as she sat up holding her head. It felt like she had been hit with a baseball bat. Nova was a teenage girl with long black hair. Her skin was of a dark complexion. Her eyes were blurry because of the terrible headache she had. As she slowly gets up to examine her environs, she realizes she was in the middle of what seemed to be an abandoned circus tent. There were few rusted metal chairs and leftover rubbage. The weather-beaten tent was ridden with holes and reeked of mold. Finally, there was one thing to inspect, a rope. She walks over to the rope and pulls it out of curiosity. Due to this action, the curtain behind her rose, revealing an empty stage. Suddenly, the lights went out. When they came back on she was in the center of the tent again. The only nuance was the man standing on the stage.

“Nico!” Joe called out. It was getting pretty close to midnight and the boy was nowhere to be found.

It was only as Barry was slowing down to walking speed before entering the house that he realized he didn’t think about what he was going to say. That he was sorry? That everything was his fault? He needed to say it, but it wasn’t exactly going to make things any better. Looking down at the red costume he was wearing, he felt disgusted with himself and he just couldn't help but feel the urge to just rip the fabric on his skin. After all, he long lost the right to look like a hero; heroes don’t steal and kill people and they especially do not hurt their friends. Barry wasn’t the Flash anymore, he was an impostor.

I shall begin my story with an experience I encountered at the age of sixteen at our small town’s Latin school. The sweetness of many memories from that time still stirs and touches me with melancholy: dark and well-lit alleys, houses and factories, faces and chimes, rooms affluent and comfortable, snug and amenable, the whole town was pregnant with secrets.

I intend to begin my story with an experience I encountered at the age of sixteen at our small town’s Latin school. The sweetness of many memories from that time still stirs and touches me with melancholy: dark and well-lit alleys, houses and factories, faces and chimes, rooms affluent and comfortable, snug and amenable, the whole town was pregnant with secrets.

Gabriel followed me home one day i started to run because i thought he was gonna beat me up so i took the shorter path through the woods, I could not move my body fast enough to get away from him.. He was still following me. He finally caught up to me and was surprisingly very handsome when he's not pounding my face into the ground. He smiled at me and asked if we could talk, i was so scared but i said yes. We sat down in the leaves and he started talking about how he was gay and couldn't accept himself and how he could never tell his parents. I was so shocked, I didn't fully process the rest of what he was saying.I don’t even know what to think i’m so confused, why was he bullying me if he was gay.

Janice Newman is a girl despised by all girls at her school. She is not like the other girls at her school, meaning that she is not as pretty, perfect, or good at school. She is overweight, short, greasy, and very ugly. This story will not be sugar coated, and everything will be very direct and true. Believe everything I write, because I saw everything.

It all started when Niki and her family went to go spend the weekend in a cottage on a lake. This cottage was very old and creepy. When the family got there Niki immediately had a horrible feeling about it. Niki never really worried much, but she worried about a lot of things on this vacation.

Rose rolled her eyes and mumbled, “ Well I was taking a nap and it’s been a crazy day.”

It’s midnight and everyone is sleeping. We are in the dead of winter, but everything seems so empty. No lights are on. Cars are parked.

“If I told you that a long time ago the entire world rested in the hands of one very unruly child, you probably wouldn’t believe me. So that is why I don’t tell stories to people that often. I can't really, because not everyone is willing to believe a cloud is talking to them. Some are just too unimaginative to believe it,”

The cobbled streets were blanketed in heavy fog, and rain had begun to fall in large, cold drops. Within seconds water was streaming through my hair and down my face. My military uniform clung to my skin, and I shivered, but continued walking. My only companions were the streetlights, their yellowish glow shone dimly through the fog and lit up the night in a depressing manner. The scene matched my mood. I slogged on, soaking my socks in black puddles, and walking bits of gravel and leaves up the back of my legs. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, I remember thinking that I may as well be dead. And then, through the night, I saw her.