Published on October 31, 2014
One dark and spooky night I saw a ghost on my door step. I ran and hid in the basement. My dad and mom were out to supper and I was home alone. I heard a loud knock on the door. I then screamed and ran to the basement door. When I looked up there was person with a ghost mask standing on the top of the stairs. I ran to the dryer and crawled into it and then called the police and stayed in there until they came. When they got there, the person was gone and there was no evidence of anyone being there in the house. That was the last I heard of something like this until my friend wondalee got killed. I was terrified. A few days later me and my friends went out for coffee. We were so scared and confused about why wondalee died. I told them that a person with a ghost mask came to my house and tried to kill me. He had a really big weapon . “OMG” Jill said. “ Yes, I hate them phone calls ” Devin said popping up out of the far back seat. “Devin what are you doing here and did you get a phone call too? I think we have to call the police” I said.