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The Ghost or how I met Sam
When I was in grade 10 I met Sam. We were in the same drama class. I liked drama and I think it helped me come out of my shell a bit. You see I was kinda shy not that goood with the people skills sorta thing. I just didn’t seem to know how to be like everyone else.
I never got invited to parties or dances. I didn’t have a boyfriend. I didn’t really have many friends period. I was a nice person and I know people liked me well enough but only in passing There never seemed to be anyone really there for me. So what… I realized I actually like having my own space and my own time. It would have been nice to be pretty popular party-girl once in a while but I wouldn’t Want that all the time. I like me for who I am and who I am growing to be. Enough with my rant back to the story.
So drama was great my teacher was the best and we put on some good productions. Sam and I were put in the same cast/group we wrote a skit together it was kinda fun. It was something about a Sasquatch and corn on the Cobb…It was odd.
In spring of that year I had gotten a job painting this century home (any house over 100 years is a century home in the town I grew up in…the get a little sign out front) the family living there had decided to move and wanted to spruce up the place a little. I was the only one in the house at that time .I was painting the kitchen an antique white when all of a sudden my paint tray slammed to the floor. Paint went flying everywhere and I rushed to clean it up before it dried.
I had just gotten it cleaned up and was chalking it all up to bad luck when my ladder stating shaking. I grabbed the ladder and it stopped shaking. Now I thought, “what was that?” and I kinda looked closer at the ladder. There was nothing wrong with it. I didn’t know what else to do so I got out some more paint but I decided not to use the ladder for now.
Everything went ok for a while and I had just finshed one wall and was moving onto the next when my roller just ripped out of my hand! That freaked me out. I decided painting maybe wasn’t such a great idea anymore. I gathered up my paint and brushes quickly but then my paint tray slid across the floor. The windows started rattling then and there were loud thumps coming from the walls.
This was bad. I was terrified. I dropped all my stuff and just ran the heck out of there. I went down to the local Beckers and waited until the people who owned the house would be coming home.
I told them what had happened and at first they thought I was just trying to pull something. I promised them I would complete my work but I would not go back in there alone. They kind of looked at each other then finally confided in me that there had been some “unusual” noises in the house and strange things had been happening since the had decided to move. Still I don’t think they completely believed that I was telling them the trueth about what had happened. The next day at school I was still a little freaked out and that was when Sam asked me if I was alright.Well I was dying to tell someone …so I told her ,besides I knew she was into freaky stuff like that. After I told her she sort of frowned and looked kind of thoughtfull then said: “Next time you go over invite me.”Then she got up and left….more to come
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