When I was about seven years old, I saw a shadow. It was in the shape of a man. My grandpa died a short time before that, but before he died we made a pack. If he died before me, he would come to my house as a ghost, if I died before him, I would come to his house. We kept this pack until the horror filled day came, he was brutally shot by my drunk cousin. I would know I was there! A few days after I heard noises in my room, I went to investigate. All I saw was my necklace that my grandma gave to me on the ground by my bed in the corner! It hit me like a frozen ice ball on a winter day, "Grandpa!" I thought to myself. My mom wanted to know if I needed any help finding out the noise, I didn't. Like I said, when I was about seven years old, I saw a shadow. It was in the shape of a man. When I saw a pipe, I knew it was my grandpa.
"Grandpa, is that you?!?!" I shrieked in a whisper. "Don't be afraid of death, it's not that bad, you see all of your friends, and family," He said in an echoed voice like an angel.
"I have all of that here! I have all of my family except you and Darlen," I said in a hushed whisper.
"Darlen, I haven't heard that name in years! I need a favor of you, tell your mom, everything is alright, that she'll be fine without me," I nodded.
Two years later I was the only ghost seer in the house, I kept it a secret. I don't know why, I just don't like to be made fun of.
The End
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