Short Story About The Crazy Ghost

“On second thoughts, I believe you is right- It'd have to warm up some ta snow. I ain‘t seen it this dang cold since I was knee-high to a grasshopper- and that be a mighty long time ago,” he replied.

Percival brushed a thick layer of snow off his shoulder. “I have an idea. Instead of talking about frozen beards and blue bollocks, why don’t we talk about decent weather?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head, rubbing my eyes. “I thought I saw someone opening the door.” Derik gets off of the piano bench and creeps over to the doorway. He grabs the edge of the door and opens it slowly. A hand suddenly reaches out and grabs Derik by the wrist. He starts and I almost scream, but I realize that I recognize those perfectly French manicured nails. It takes me two seconds to walk from the piano to the door and by that time, Brielle has already started dragging Derik down the hall.

“Come on Otto. Let’s get out of here!” the man hears through his headset. “We only have a few hours until it gets too cold.”

Firecracker watched as Josh ran down the hall but before he got to far he turned around and looked at me, ¨don't get turned Firecracker¨ he said to me, i laughed thinking it was a joke, but when i saw his face, he was dead serious. ¨i won't ¨i said, ¨nothing to worry about, i have my flamethrower and com link, what could happen?¨ Firecracker could tell Josh wasn't convinced, but he left anyway. As he left, Firecracker turned and started making his way down the opposite hall, he saw the sign for the stairs and cautiously pushed through the door, not a zombie in sight, as he made his way up, he kept his back to the wall, so no one could sneak up on him. When he reached the top, he looked through the hallway he stopped, from down the hall there came a low moan, and there was the

“Oh, just the news. The weatherman says there’s going to be another snowstorm this weekend.” Suddenly, the news station skips to a breaking news alert.

Ghosts, as with any other misunderstood group or people, have been preyed upon by others without understanding. The lack of knowledge about ghosts and haunting activity has led people astray as to what they really are. What Hollywood and television portrays is very inaccurate and cannot be relied upon as truthful. They show these spirits of the dead as being evil in nature, filled with malice and harmful intent. But that this is not the case. The field of paranormal activity is amazing. It has caught the imagination of people from every walk of life. It has always interested me and has influenced me to pick this as the topic for my research. Through this research I wish to uncover the truth about the existence of ghosts.

“I have to warn you,” he said in a serious tone. “The weather is warming up, and that means the glaciers are too. We saw a big avalanche happen right before our eyes a few days ago. Be careful, stick together, and consider calling a guide to help you out.”

“Dang it! That was the gigantic solar flare that could be the apocalypse they predicted,” my dad said. “Looks like we’re stuck inside and all out of power today.” We all

“Don’t you think that this rainstorm is a cause for crash ?” Eric interrupted, “We’re coming in to land soon and one is always hearing how heavy rain and strong winds cause  to a crash.”

“I need to measure the ghostnitric energy in the room.” Seth pulled a small device about the size of a calculator from his hip pocket and pressed an oversized black button. The thingamabob made a soft snick sound then flashed green.

“Alright, Henry, my boy, this is it!,” Professor E Gadd cheered excited,”there’s been a massive burst of paranormal activity sighted in the…let’s see here...,” he turned to the computer on the wall typing frantically, “ah yes, A massive burst of paranormal activity has been sighted in, non other, then the cellar,” he finished.

The sky light up with lightening as Gary finished his story. The wind howled outside making the windows shudder.

‘the weather changed, and your father was sent out to stop whoever did this. Now it’s happening again.’.

“So, it 's suppose to be sunny with few clouds, and about 75 degrees a beautiful day out today.” The weatherman on T.V.said as he flashed a fake smile on his face. I clicked the power button, and threw down the remote on the couch. And ran outside clutching the money my dad gave me for ice cream, tight in my hand. I saw the group sitting outside getting ready to go.I could see myself sitting in the back on the porch, eating the delicious flurry that I was soon to order.