Short Stories

👻Searching for Ghosts👻

As soon as our family arrived at the dank, mysterious manor home, Frankie, my twin, announced, "Well, this place is obviously haunted!" That first night, she told me her olan: "Okay, we'll wait until Mom and Dad are asleep, then sneak out of our room and into the great hall." She exlained that the great hall seemed like the most likely place for specters to hang out. She was quite excited by the idea.

I had my doubts about her plan, but Frankie could be persuasive, and so I found myself, a little after midnight, following her down the stairs. The great hall was a cold, grim place, made scarier by the fact that all we had to light the way were candles. I suddenly realized that I was scared, and I decided I wanted no part any of this. "Let's go back," I whispered.

Frankie only laughed. "I'm not a bit scared," she said. "You can go back, if you want, but I'm going to stay until I meet a ghost!" she declared.

A loud clap of thunder suddenly shook the hall, and the little candle I was holding went out. My fingers were trembling; it took me a while to light the flame again. When I finally did, I couldn't believe my eyes:

Frankie had disappeared!