ANDIt all started when my best friend moved to a novel house right behind the post office. The first time I went there was for her birthday. The first thing she did was tell us the history of the house. It turns out the house was at least 115 years antique. It had slave passages, most of them boarded up, but one, leading through her closet and connecting her room to her stepsister's, was still open. That was a few years ago. I was about 10 or 11 years antique and had never had an experience with ghosts before.
We stayed up slow that night, me and about 5 or 6 other girls, plus my best friend's older sister, Codi. We told ghost stories until slow and then we snuck into the store to buy some candy to last us the rest of the evening. Both of Sarah's parents were asleep on the couch when we snuck in, and they were still asleep when we went upstairs and crowded into her stepsister's miniature bedroom, which was filled with junk because she didn't live there very often. We were talking about what we were going to do for the rest of the evening when one of Shelly's girls announced that she was dressing up as a spy and went to the bathroom.
We started arguing about what we were going to do when we heard movement in Sarah's room next to us. Thinking it was Shelly, I left and told her to leave Sarah's room.
Just as I was leaving, the bathroom door opened and Shelly came out. She said she heard someone walking around the bedroom. I told her we thought it was her. When I returned to the room, people were putting their ears to the closet doors and listening across the slave corridor. But when we went in to get our sleeping bags, because we didn't sleep there anymore, and the lights were still off, there was no one there. The only living, breathing souls in the room were Sarah's two rats.
Soon after, Sarah moved out.
