By Olivia, Year 10 · There’s a ghost in my house. She’s supposed to be haunting my...
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There’s a ghost in my house. See, the problem is I’m not actually sure why she’s here. She doesn’t speak, just trails around my home in her peculiar clothing. Her attire consists of a rather bizarre looking white dress and no shoes. At least I think her dress is white, you can’t really tell because she’s transparent. At first, I wondered if she was haunting my house, but after quizzing my parents I discovered that my house was newly built when we moved into it, so it’s unable to hold any dark secrets. Then I began to think she was haunting me. I asked my brother if he saw her too, he simply looked at me incredulously and shook his head. However, I don’t have any dark secrets either, and no one else could see her. There’s a ghost in my house. I tried to talk to her. She didn’t answer me, only stared blankly as if I was the one that was translucent. So I tried again. She didn’t answer that time either, but she slowly tilted her head to the side as if she was examining me. Chills went down my spine as she slowly circled me, and I wondered what she was looking for. There’s a ghost in my house. She spoke to me. Narrowing her eyes, she finally uttered a few words. “Who are you”. Her voice was cold and raspy, as if she hasn’t spoken in a long time. There’s a ghost in my house. She wants to know who I am. My mother always told me not to speak to strangers, and I wondered if this shadow lady counted as a stranger. Slowly, I looked up and whispered my name. She bent her head sideways again and a small sigh left her mouth. She slowly advanced towards the door. When she reached it, she turned. She didn’t look through me this time but rather into my eyes. Then she spoke again. There’s a ghost in my house. She’s supposed to be haunting my grandmother. She gave a ghastly smile and told me I looked very much like my grandmother when she was my age. I wanted to ask her why she was supposed to haunt my grandmother, what had she done? But I never got the chance. There was a ghost in my house. She was gone as soon as I began to wonder who she was. By Olivia, Year 10
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There’s a ghost in my house. See, the problem is I’m not actually sure why she’s here. She doesn’t speak, just trails around my home in her peculiar clothing. Her attire consists of a rather bizarre looking white dress and no shoes. At
least I think her dress is white, you can’t really tell because she’s transparent. At first, I wondered if she was haunting my house, but after quizzing my parents I discovered that my house was newly built when we moved into it, so it’s
unable to hold any dark secrets. Then I began to think she was haunting me. I asked my brother if he saw her too, he simply looked at me incredulously and shook his head. However, I don’t have any dark secrets either, and no one else
could see her.
There’s a ghost in my house. I tried to talk to her. She didn’t answer me, only stared blankly as if I was the one that was translucent. So I tried again. She didn’t answer that time either, but she slowly tilted her head to the side as if she was
examining me. Chills went down my spine as she slowly circled me, and I wondered what she was looking for.
There’s a ghost in my house. She spoke to me. Narrowing her eyes, she finally uttered a few words. “Who are you”. Her voice was cold and raspy, as if she hasn’t spoken in a long time.
There’s a ghost in my house. She wants to know who I am. My mother always told me not to speak to strangers, and I wondered if this shadow lady counted as a stranger. Slowly, I looked up and whispered my name. She bent her head
sideways again and a small sigh left her mouth. She slowly advanced towards the door. When she reached it, she turned. She didn’t look through me this time but rather into my eyes. Then she spoke again.
There’s a ghost in my house. She’s supposed to be haunting my grandmother. She gave a ghastly smile and told me I looked very much like my grandmother when she was my age. I wanted to ask her why she was supposed to haunt my
grandmother, what had she done? But I never got the chance.
There was a ghost in my house. She was gone as soon as I began to wonder who she was.
By Olivia, Year 10
