The Ghost On The Wall

 Hey Bloggers, 

Today is day 3 of lockdown and one of the tasks I did yesterday was creating a short ghost story and making a poster to promote the story. My story is called the ghost on the wall, it starts off really slow then becomes really dark towards the end. So, read on if you dare.........

From the day we moved into our new house on the hill, I could tell there was something spooky about it. From the way the trees seemed to speak to each other, to how I would wake up sometimes to the sound of screams, but it wasn’t until I meet him that I truly began to understand what was going on.

It was a dark winters day but my sister and I went outside to play, it was another one of “those days” as my mother liked to call them, however, we were sick of sitting inside day after day while the wind howled and the rain fell. We were taking turns pushing each other on the swing when I saw him, sitting on the wall at the edge of the garden,

“Who are you?’ I asked, “And what are you doing here? You do know this is private property, right?” I added. 

“Names are not important,” he said mysteriously

“Well then, could you leave now? You’re scaring my sister” The truth is my sister didn’t even look fazed by this mystery boy, I was more scared myself.

“Ok, I’ll go now” and with that, he leapt off the wall towards us. I was confused but pulled my sister behind me in case he was one of those axe murderers I saw in films I watched. But when he started running towards us, he just disappeared like he was never there. Of course, I was totally freaked out so I grabbed my sister and sprinted back to the house.

That night I heard screaming and I think my sister heard it too, I rolled over to go back to sleep and that’s when I heard it, the tapping on my window. It all happened so quickly, but then my door started creaking open, I knew my mother and sister went back to sleep, so it couldn’t have been them. I grabbed the nearest weapon looking thing which turned out to be a candlestick, the tapping didn’t stop this whole time and when my door opened fully there he was again standing with a rope in his hands. I screamed as loud as I could, but somehow it got so muffled that it was nearly impossible to hear, it was just me and the mystery boy, I threw a book at him, the world seemed to move in slow motion, but as the book looked like it was going to hit him it went straight through him, and that’s when I realised that he wasn’t human at all he was a ………...GHOST!     

Did you enjoy the story? Do you have any feedback?
Stay safe in Lockdown Bloggers!
Till next time!
Zara