Ghost Stories

I was on my way out the front door when I heard something rattling in the kitchen. I went to the kitchen to see what the noise was when I saw all the knives we had on the counter lined up from smallest to largest. I was very confused and scared; I called out to my mom to see if she was home, but she wasn’t. Suddenly, I could feel someone blowing in my ear, and then I heard something pick up the largest knife (trust me on this). I was so scared that I ran to the door, but it was locked. Again, I heard something take the largest knife (trust me on this) so I took the knife, put it in my pocket, and then ran to the door. It was open; I was so scared I started to run, but then something grabbed me. I looked up—it was a man and his eyes were bleeding. I remembered the knife was in my pocket, so I pulled it out and showed him. He screamed and let me go. I ran back to the house and started trying to talk to the ghost that had whispered to me, but nothing happened. I know to this day, though, that those whispers saved my life, and I’m very lucky to be alive.