By Jack A.
I was a rich man once. The chicken got stabbed by the crazy guy with a weapon, the king was driven crazy by the ghost, the lumberjack was dead in his house supposedly killed by the insane doctor. Two years later a crazy guy was murdered because the cowboy shot first, and what happened to me you are thinking? Well I will tell you.
I was at work in my office and out of the corner of my eye I saw a skinny long shadow out the window. (Ok, I know you’re thinking this is another ghost story, but it’s not, it’s much more.) When I tried to look at the shadow, it was gone. I assumed it was just the trick of the light. So I finished work and went home. When I went to bed, I fell asleep only to wake up in the middle of the night when the moon was a little redder than normal. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but it didn’t come to me. Suddenly, I felt a breeze like someone was breathing down my neck. I swatted the air just wondering if the invisible man was in front of me and of course he wasn’t.
Then the next day I woke up and started up my coffee maker 9000, and put in a small cup of Italian quality brew. I took a sip. Then you wouldn’t believe what happened next. It was like all the air in the room was sucked out of existence, gasping for air the world started to blur as I fumbled for the door handle, and then Woosh! Thump! All the air rushed back into the room again. As I fell to the ground my heart beating way faster than it should be, thinking I would faint, I tried to figure out what just happened. I was stumped. I brushed off the thought that I should call the cops, and decided to forget it ever happened. But I couldn’t.
After thinking for a long (I mean LONG) time, I thought maybe I could get answers at the library, so I hopped into my purple McLaren P1 and fumbled to start the car. When I got to the library I walked in. “Good afternoon Mr. Hall. Are you all right?” said Mrs. Reckins. “Yes, I’m fine Mrs. Reckins, thank you for asking. Is anything available on ghosts?” I said. “Yes, actually. Right down aisle B4 to the left,” said Mrs. Reckins. As I slowly walked down isle B4 I saw a book that caught my eye. It read, Strange Ghosts That Might Haunt You When You Don’t Want Them To or, SGTMHYWYTT. As I opened the book, it looked short but I flipped it to the last page and it said 7643 THERE WERE 7643 PAGES I AM NOT READING ALL THAT!
Three hours later… “Finally!” I said. “I think I found it.” “Wait what? There was only a name and a picture. The name was scp-AAA, and the picture… I still have nightmares about that horrid creature. After I read that name time froze and did not unfreeze like a frozen wave suddenly washed over me. As I sat there for ever and ever…
Jack A. is a Level 2 student who likes playing video games with his friends, playing basketball, and riding his skateboard.