The Ghost

By Colin Martin

I was always told to never go up into the attic by my dad and my mom. A couple of years ago they would have told me that there was a big scary ghost it the attic and then yelled, “boo” and I would run and hide in my room. But the next day as if I hadn’t learned my lesson I would go back and ask to go up in the attic and they’d say the ghost story and scare me to my room.
Now I am 13 and I don’t believe the ghost story anymore so I go ask my parents to let me in the attic, but this time they say something different. They tell me a story that at the beginning of the story I thought it was lame but as the story continued I became tuned into it.” When we first bought this house,” started my dad “it was on Halloween and had to buy it because it was on sale. So we bought it and walked in and looked around. The walls were bare and there was no furniture and the upstairs was no different. We walked up the stairs and we saw the attic hatch on the roof of the hallway and we opened it. I climbed up the stairs and there was a ghost right there in front of me, I yelled and climbed down the stairs and never went back.”
“Want to see if its still there,” I asked
“Sure,” he said.
We walked over there and I saw the attic hatch I gulped and looked back. My dad gestured to open the hatch and I did. I poked my head up and there was the ghost,” BOO!” my dad yelled. I ran away and never went into the attic again