Dear my darling Belle,
This is the story of the house we lived in and the ghost we stayed with that you asked for …
“Honey, wake up its moving day,” I
heard a graceful voice say. When I opened my eyes I could see a gleaming white
light pointed right at my eyes. Obviously I felt really upset to move. I had
adapted to my scenery and my location. It was only two blocks away from my
school, St Patricks. So I could easily walk to school. But when your Grandma said
it was only across the road I immediately got up and dressed into my Sunday
best, a cool blue, nicely ironed polka dot shirt and shorts.
So I packed all my stuff into tiny
brown boxes and carried them out to the car boot. When I arrived and saw our new house. I screamed so
loud that Africa could hear me. [By the way I was in Invercargill, NZ]. One more look and I screamed again. My friends and I had always made fun of it and now I was
living in it. It had broken windows and ripped curtains. When I looked inside I
could see a faint light coming closer and closer then BOOM. It was my inventor dad [Your Pop] wearing an invisible cloak trying to scare me. It didn’t work. I
could see wrecked wallpaper and broken glass on the floor. It was a really
creepy house. Once my little brother Karli [Uncle] hopped out I quickly bags-ed
the biggest room, grabbed my boxes and ran upstairs to my new room.
Once I got settled into my new
room I went to bed. Hisssss, Crunch, Boom, Bang. I woke up as soon as I heard
them. They were as loud as an elephant stomping on my head. I got up and checked
the clock. It was 1:00 a.m. so I went back to bed. Again this house put creepy
thoughts in my head. As soon as I was asleep I heard it again, except this time
there was a draft coming in and my wardrobe door was crashing open and closed. I
was frightened. I thought one of my windows was open so I turned on the light
and walked up to the window and I could see three teenagers outside fooling me... well I thought so.
Then I heard some crashing and thumping from
down in the basement. I woke up Karli [Uncle] Mum [Grandma] and Dad [Pop] and
dragged them down stairs to the basement… Once we got down there everyone had disappeared.
All we could see was old newspapers talking about a man slaughter in our new
house.
Dad and I researched about the house and the
newspapers. While Mum and Karli cleaned up the newspapers and they were not
happy about that at all. They were really dark and dusty. We found out a guy
called Edward lived in this house with his wife and two kids. He man-slaughtered Elizabeth, Erica and Eric. When he thought there were robbers in
his house he got a shovel and whacked them and killed them. Two months later he
committed suicide.
“Mum the ghosts are
haunting us.”
“Don’t be silly
Lizzy.”
I went up to my room and the ghost
came up. I screamed and I screeched like an eaglet. He tried to cover my mouth
but he couldn’t. He was so white and he went right through me like air. He
started saying he was really nice. So I listened to him and we talked for hours and
hours on end. He told me fascinating stories about adventure and how he had
lived all these years.
Karli knocked on the door and I told him not to come in but he came in anyway. He yelled, “Ghosts.” Dad and Mum ran as fast as they could to get into my room. Edward quickly vanished into thin air. I told them there was nothing and that Karli has a wild imagination. I didn’t have the courage to tell them the truth. For now it would have to be my little pale secret.
Karli knocked on the door and I told him not to come in but he came in anyway. He yelled, “Ghosts.” Dad and Mum ran as fast as they could to get into my room. Edward quickly vanished into thin air. I told them there was nothing and that Karli has a wild imagination. I didn’t have the courage to tell them the truth. For now it would have to be my little pale secret.
He hadn’t come for ages after the
incident. But when he did I was a little
upset that he hadn’t come for ages. I yelled what you want.
“My family,” he said wistfully. So I secretly snuck him down to the cemetery and looked for their graves. It was dark and a moonlit night.
Once I found it I left him there and we lived untouched forever, well almost forever.
From Lizzy [ Elizabeth]
“My family,” he said wistfully. So I secretly snuck him down to the cemetery and looked for their graves. It was dark and a moonlit night.
Once I found it I left him there and we lived untouched forever, well almost forever.
From Lizzy [ Elizabeth]
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