GHOST by Alivia Yates

My hands were shaking, my body was stiff, everything was quiet. It had been 13

days since the last ghost attack, I have been hiding in the basement of my house

for that long, food is running out, the tap water is full of dust and ants. I need to

escape, but the fear in my head is somehow stopping me. Again, the sound of

whispering and floorboards creaking made me feel nervous, the ghost is here, the

ghost of William Morgana, founder of Morgana creek.

The ghost was definitely in my house, I could hear it whispering the same words

over and over, like a broken record. “Lucy!” I hid inside my closet, through the

closed doors I could hear it whispering, the whispering was enough for me, but the

door handle turning was a huge worry. “Lucy!” I closed my eyes tightly, the door

opened, I heard it floating across the wooden floor, oh no, I heard the sound of a

match scraping, then I heard the ghost leave, it smelt weird, like smoke, it was

warm. I leaped out of my closet, landing in front of fire, holy guacamole!

The fire spread, all over the wooden floor, I thought quickly, I filled a cup of water

and spilt it over the fire, but I missed, I took the fire blanket from the cabinet and

covered the roaring flames. Finally the fire was gone, but when I uncovered the

burnt wood, it shined red, like a blood stain.

When I thought the fright was over, I sat down and ate and I got ready to sleep, I

had just laid down when my door opened, no one was there, must’ve been the

wind, I closed it and laid down again, my door opened and my lamp flickered, my

mirror shined red, everything shined red, I screamed and everything went normal

again, my door shut loudly, and my lamp turned off, automatically. The Morgana

ghost hadn’t left yet, I was ready to face the ghost. “Come out William!” I screamed

to my own house, my door opened once again and a little boy dressed in a torn

shirt and muddy trousers walked slowly into my room, he looked guilty, but innocent

at the same time, “Where’s my Mum?” The boy muttered to me, “Answer me!” The

boy faded into an old man with scratches everywhere, on his face, on his arms,

everywhere, then he vanished, without a word. Finally, I was safe, the boy ghost

had disappeared, hopefully.

I slept the night, having nightmares and screaming out to my Mum, who lived in

England. I woke up in a bed of sweat and tears, I was going to take a shower but I

was eager to pack my bags, no more basement life.

I received the key from my drawer to open the door to go upstairs, I opened the

door and walked upstairs and left the basement, for good. Goodbye to the Morgana

ghost, I hope so.

Author: Scifantor

Fear me. I am your god.

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