Ghost Stories

I haven’t been the same ever since we moved into our new house. I was thirteen then. Me and my brother moved in to our rooms first, since our stuff was there. But my brother left to get a few of his clothes from my grandma’s house. I got my stuff into my room, and I was about to step out, when I heard a little girl crying in my closet. At first, I thought it was my sister, but she was away at her dad's house. I went to take a look to see who it was. I opened my closet and found a little girl in the corner, crying. I slowly moved towards her, until she said my name. I was freaked out and froze. The little girl said that she had been waiting for me for a long time. I was scared to death, but I tried to act calm. I turned and ran, until I got to the front door. I turned a little, only to see her in the doorway of my room, laughing. Then she was gone. I hadn't seen her for three months. But now, she’s back!