I Never Knew Ghosts Were Actually Real. I Would Have Never Imagined That an Invisible Being

Robert Brand

Ghost Story

I never knew ghosts were actually real. I would have never imagined that an invisible being could be right next to me, watching everything I do and monitoring me. It is creepy to think about really. If I were alive and knew this id, tell the world.

My story is in the Friday morning newspaper. I would have worded it all differently though if I would have written it. Therefore, I will sum up the last seconds of my life. My best friend Tommy shot and killed me, I now find myself in a fantasy world that I never believed in. He imprisoned me, made me a ghost. I now read the paper over Tommy’s shoulder with hatred and wishing I could put him through the torture, he showed me. I grab at weapons, but unable to pick them up. I try everything I can to hurt him or let him know I’m there. Nothing works and being a ghost sucks. He lives his life unharmed. If my hands would not slip through the air, I would shoot him in his face or torture his family. I would do so many things to him he would wish he was dead. I hate him and would cut his throat if I could hold a knife or shoot him if I could hold a gun. However, I can do nothing.

Tommy trashes the paper and goes for his morning run. He just cannot go alone though so I follow close behind him, stalking him, as if I have been doing it forever. I keep trying at ways for him to notice me. I finally run ahead and he must of caught my drift. He turns around and scans through me. I run and hide forgetting he cannot see me. But hey, I found a way to get at him. Running with him I notice that he must know something is different. Now that I have found my new trick, I use it against him. Around every corner, I stand still and let him run through me so the uneasy feeling ruins him. When he is lying in bed, I float over him and he covers himself as if the boggy man were in his closet. When he is eating, I run circles around him. He cant go anywhere or do anything without me. Although I cannotphysically, do anything to him. I torture his feelings and thoughts.

A few days later, Gage shoots Tommy to death. I guess karma finally caught up with him. Knowing he would do what I did to him, I went and found Gage and as I already knew, there was Tommy in ghost form. I snuck up on him and I jumped on him trying to kill him over again, but I just fell through. He tried attacking me but only fell through too. We could do nothing but fake fight and just think about how bad it would really feel. Therefore, we kept trying for years and we still fight today. I write this story with the vapor that is in the air, while Tommy tries to knock my brains out, but that will never happen. We are ghosts.