AND I was leaving the room when I stopped and saw a dim figure wearing a hooded cloak. Then he came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, but the strangest thing was that I didn't feel anything! Then he just vanished into slim air. The next day I went downstairs again and felt chills down my spine, stopped walking, and heard moaning coming from the cupboard under the stairs. I went down the stairs and went to check for any moaning, I opened the cupboard door and once again I saw the dim figure leaning over with the knife! I told my mom there was a ghost, she said it didn't matter because we were moving tomorrow! So I shouted: Yippee!
We moved to a nice house. Then I went and chose my room and put all my stuff in it. I saw the same ghost on a chair outside my room, I swallowed, ran past that horrible thing and screamed GHOST! So I told my mom and she said there is no such thing as ghosts! I said I'd show you, so we went upstairs and he was gone, she said, stop lying! From that moment on, I was afraid to go upstairs.
I moved to a room on the ground floor and never saw the ghost again.
