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Ghost Games

“We have a ghost.”


When Alex’s sister told me this I thought the sweet, charming girl had gotten into some drugs. That is until I actually babysat said girl in the family’s Civil War era house.


 


Babysitting Jenny was always a breeze and a joy, considering her brother was my bestie and my math homework cheat sheet. As always we camped out in the kitchen but there was something different about the house.


When doors and cabinets were found open I thought nothing of it. There were plenty of pets in the house that could have nudged them open. The white noise on the tv I blamed the heat for. But when the internet quit working, microwave exploded, and alarms went off in fifteen minute intervals I had run out of things to blame. When I sat down at my laptop to start my history essay and found it done, I was near hysterical.


“Alex,” I turned to my geek soul brother and pointed to my laptop. “Please tell me you did this.”


He blinked then kidnapped my baby to check it out. “I’ll confess, I have hacked your computer before but I swear I didn’t do this. I don’t even know what half of these words mean.”


“Mr. Ghost must like you.” Jenny commented with a grin.


My eyes widened and looked to Alex. In response he shrugged, “The resident ghost has possessed laptops in the past and since the message isn't an endless curse…”


When a music box melody started out of the blue, I jumped to kidnap “Big Velma” from Alex to see if he was trying to prank me. Unfortunately, the laptop on steroids wasn’t the source of the music but I still had my doubts.


“If this is your idea of a joke I am going to murder you.” I swore to him.


Alex shrugged, “For once I solemnly swear that I’m not up to no good.”


“We can go look for it.” Jenny suggested.


 


You know that moment in every horror movie where you’re yelling at the character to not do what they’re doing or about to do? Well, we did that. Against all common sense we went in search of the music box. What did we find? One creepy ghost who sat in a rocking chair completely oblivious of the fact that there was an ax in his astral head while holding an antique doll. To say I refused to go in the house after that night is a bit of an understatement.


 


 


 

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