The Strange Looker
When I was little, I would always play with my friends. They would always tell me stories about their lives and what would happen to them, and once, while we were playing, my friend "Matthew” saw someone looking at us. We first thought it was our neighbor, but once we went closer, it just disappeared.
The next day, something stranger happened. The strange guy was looking at us, but with fury, and we were still little, so we never knew what happened. Then, while we were playing hide n' seek, one of my friends screamed; at first we thought it was a joke, but when he told us that he was beaten up by a man, we knew what was going on. The stranger was a ghost. Later, when we were playing in the evening, we saw that someone was throwing rocks at us, but when we saw where it was coming from, the rocks seemed to be floating.
While I was about to go to sleep, I saw the stranger again, looking at me with envy, I don't know why, but I almost tried to shoot him with my toy shotgun. A few days later the haunting stopped, but I’ve never forgotten the look on his face.