Ghost story from Bobby D...
It all started when people at school started teasing me in fourth grade.
The first night, it was mostly silent. I was sleeping on the couch, like I did almost every weekend I spent at home, and a heard a thump from the kitchen. I got up and went into the kitchen, and a box of microwave popcorn had fallen onto the floor. I heard soft laughing, and someone saying, "Hey Bobbie, I like your house. It's great for playing games."
The next night was during one of the many weekends I spent at my friend Presley's house. Presley had fallen asleep earlier in the night, and I stayed up reading manga. I saw the first book in that series lift up and it looked like someone was reading it. The voice was the same from what I had heard the weekend before. It said, "Good book. You have good taste." Just a whisper, like it had been gently making its presence known.
I walked over to Presley's bed. "Presley, wake up! Something's talking to me, I think it's a ghost," I whispered.
She shot up. "A ghost?"
"Yeah! Look, my--" I turned and the book was back on the bed. "But, something was reading my book. And a voice was talking to me. I-I thought--"
"You were probably just dreaming," Presley said, but got up. "Bree might know something about it. We'll ask her tomorrow. Here." She took a notebook out of a drawer. "Write what happens in that. Bree's coming next weekend, you can ask her then."
Presley's cousin, Bree, was interested in that kind of stuff, like me and Presley were. She knew about ghosts like poltergeists, so Presley thought it'd be a good idea to ask her.
After Presley went back to bed, I returned to my book. The same thing happened, only this time, the voice asked, "You told her about me? Don't you like me?"
"I don't know who you are," I told it. "I don't trust you." I wrote down what happened.
The next weekend was another weekend spent at Presley's. Bree came.
"Hey Bree!" I said when I got there. "Weird stuff has been happening lately, and I thought you might know something about it."
I handed her the notebook, which had info about the past week.
MONDAY: Pencils started to roll around on desk, and the same voice from the last two times something like this happened, laughed.
TUESDAY: Books started to move around on the desk of the person next to me. Mrs. Cooke asked me what was going on, and I didn't have any answer.
WEDNESDAY: Stuff in the cafeteria started to move while I was getting myself some food from the salad bar. They blamed me, because I was one of the people there at the time; and a lot of kids hated me.
THURSDAY: Nothing. Peaceful today.
FRIDAY: Finally, the weekend! Again, today was peaceful.
Bree nodded. "We might be able to find out about it online."
We went onto a website that diagnoses ghost problems. Bree typed in parts of what was happening. The result?
POLTERGEIST
"Poltergeist" is German for "noisy ghost." Poltergeists are like tricksters. They move things, make noises, and, in rare cases, talk to the agent of the ghost. Agents of poltergeists are usually adolescents between the age of 10-20. They may have suffered things such as teasing, abuse, or generalized stress.
"Poltergeists..." I thought. "I think I read something about that in a book once." I remembered reading about a poltergeist in the book Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones.
"Oh yeah! I read about that in a book," I remembered. "The poltergeist in that story caused a lot of trouble."
"So you know how to stop a poltergeist?" Bree asked.
"Nope." I shrugged.
The trouble continued for about a month before suddenly stopping.
I still wonder if it was a poltergeist or not. Hmm...