Dear diary,
I am writing to you now because...well because I saw a ghost. Not a hallucination or a figment of imagination...but a reality. Life. Ghost.
I first saw a cup move straight from the counter and into the air like the drink was being sipped in mid-air. Then, as soon as whatever was holding the cup saw me, the cup dropped to the ground, shattering like a porcelain doll just being thrown across the room and into a wall. Funny description, I know. That's just how I saw it.
The next day, as I walked into the bathroom, I saw the water running and thought that my dad had just left it on. Silly dad, I thought. However, whenever I went to turn it off, I heard a squeal of embarrassment like what a small child would sound like.
At first, I thought this must be some kind of a joke because I definitely did not believe in ghosts. Furthermore, my parents would totally do something like this. Only, when I asked them about it, they just told me that they weren't doing anything and that I needed to stop daydreaming. And even though my parents are capable of pulling a prank like this off, they wouldn't lie to me and make me feel crazy on purpose. Or would they?
Today was very different from the past few days...because today, as I was just beginning to succumb to sleep, I heard a faint, slow knocking on my door. As I've already said, I don't believe in ghosts, but when I opened the door...
"Come play with me!" I saw a young girl with a pink lace dress and long pigtail braids. Oh, I must be dreaming already, I thought with a start. I decided I would play along with this dream and follow the girl who was now giggling and skipping down the hall towards my parent's room.
"Shhh! Don't wake them!" I whispered loudly. All the girl did in response was let out another few giggles.
She disappeared through the door and I followed, opening the door with a small creak. I saw my parents snoring their lungs away whilst the little girl simply nodded towards their alarm clock, which said it was 10:30 PM. Weird, I thought that I was just falling asleep a few minutes earlier... I sighed inwardly.
To be continued...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Short Stories
Historia CortaI love writing short stories because they get the general ideas out for people to interpret on their own. And when they interpret, they add on to the initial imaginative ideas. I hope even the simplest of my ideas can inspire my readers. I'm gratefu...
