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Text Box: The Ghost Lot

Text Box: I walked over to my friend who was playing four-square with her brother. I said hi to Mary Anne and she accidentally dropped the ball. It rolled into what was called the “Ghost Lot.” It was just a lot of overgrown grass and flowers. Though everybody who was anybody called it haunted.
I said, “Don’t go over there!” Mary Anne put her hands on her hips and jeered, ”You’re scared of that?”
I replied, “Duh!”
She went on the grass and said, “Ohhh I’m sooo scared!” Then suddenly she fell over and screamed, “Ahhh! I think a ghost grabbed me! I take that back– This place really is haunted!”
I said, “I told you!” Then I told her a story that told why the ghost lot was considered haunted.
“Once two little girls about our age wanted to go on a campout. Their parents asked around to see if anybody cared if they camped out on the empty lot. Nobody cared. So they got ready to go. They were pretty tired so they went to bed early. When they didn’t come home the next morning their parents got worried and went out to the lot to find their girls and found the lot surprisingly empty: no trace of the girls. The parents were beside themselves with worry. They went to the police which took the case to the FBI and even they found it very, very puzzling and difficult. The parents finally died of grief and the little girls were never to be found again.”
“Ohhh,” Mary Anne said shivering.
“How about we camp out there tonight,” I suggested. She agreed then became silent. I said, “ Bring a flashlight and I’ll bring the snacks.”
We stood outside the lot. Hearts pounding and sweating, we walked onto the grass. It was twelve a.m. when I heard it. It was a low scream and suddenly it turned high-pitched and loud. I leaped at the white emerging figure.
It was my dad! “Sorry I scared you girls but I had to keep the ghost lot haunted!”
“So there was no real ghost lot?” I asked.
“Of course not! Let’s go home now!” said dad.
We walked home happy there was no real ghost lot!

- Haley Pruitt