Ghost Stories

Night was an extremely restless time for me. It happens when I'm ready to turn off the lights and finally dream again -- I'm suddenly anxious to go out and find an adventure. One night, as I lay there in the dark, I heard a scratching sound, right as I was about to drift off. I ripped off my sleeping mask and looked around angrily, trying to locate the sound. But there was nothing that could have made the sound.

Then, my wardrobe glimmered to life. It was a huge wooden affair, almost too big for the large wall it sat against. At first, I thought it was just light shining on one of the wardrobe doors, reflecting back in a way that refused to let me sleep. But it was late, and neither the sun nor my neighbors were up.

I scrabbled for my glasses on the nightstand, but they fell to the floor. The strip of light was clear, and everything in it was there with as much clarity as if I had my glasses on. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, the light suddenly looked like the shape of a boy. My eyes widened. Was it a ghost? Was it an intruder? I looked away, closed my eyes, and fell suddenly asleep.

Every night after that, I would sometimes see the light, and sometimes it would stay dark in my room. But every night, light or no, I saw something new. On one of those nights, what looked like a man shrouded from head to toe in dark sheets stood next to my window. His arms were stretched out like a zombie, and only his eyes and hands were visible. The hands were balls of glowing light, and the eyes were a small glowing strip in his black face.

These spirits came back to watch me. Like animals know an animal-lover, they must have known that I like ghosts and spooky things. It's my special secret.