My mom was scared and so was I. I want to leave but I cant. I have no where to go. My mom said we will go after Christmas .Okay, we will go.
I was going to change in my room. AND I AM NOT scared this time, and she ran right past me. Guess what she did? She ran so fast I could not breathe. So I had to do the hard thing --turn on the light. She was gone. Now we have to stay with the ghost until after Christmas .You don’t want to be me.