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By Summer
My past is something that seems to haunt me each and every day of my life. I am now
29 years of age and still it all seems as clear and vivid as it had been 23 years ago. I
was much like any six year old: curious about the things I knew not much about. My
parents were killed in a car accident when I was only 2 and so I was forced to live with
my grandma who was as strict as a surgeon. It was a Tuesday, I believe, and my heart
was set on seeing exactly what was in my old attic, that sat undisturbed directly above
my bedroom in my grandma's home. I had been told many times never to even go near
the old thing, but as children are, I did and I must admit it was surely the worst possible
choice a person could make. After my grandma had went to bed I crept up the old
squeaky stairs in search of something (I'm still to this day unsure of). It was dark and
colder than the rest of the house, but I didn't think much of it. I spotted a light switch
directly beside the door and I flicked it on, but to my surprise it did not work. I stepped
forward this time, shining my flash light around, hoping to find maybe some type of toy,
or better yet a doll. My heart leaped out of my body and my eyes opened wide with fear
and confusion. There laying on the floor in front of me, was my grandmothers body
covered in dry blood. My grandma had been dead for many years and it had been a
ghost caring for me for four years the entire time!
By Summer
My past is something that seems to haunt me each and every day of my life. I am now
29 years of age and still it all seems as clear and vivid as it had been 23 years ago. I
was much like any six year old: curious about the things I knew not much about. My
parents were killed in a car accident when I was only 2 and so I was forced to live with
my grandma who was as strict as a surgeon. It was a Tuesday, I believe, and my heart
was set on seeing exactly what was in my old attic, that sat undisturbed directly above
my bedroom in my grandma's home. I had been told many times never to even go near
the old thing, but as children are, I did and I must admit it was surely the worst possible
choice a person could make. After my grandma had went to bed I crept up the old
squeaky stairs in search of something (I'm still to this day unsure of). It was dark and
colder than the rest of the house, but I didn't think much of it. I spotted a light switch
directly beside the door and I flicked it on, but to my surprise it did not work. I stepped
forward this time, shining my flash light around, hoping to find maybe some type of toy,
or better yet a doll. My heart leaped out of my body and my eyes opened wide with fear
and confusion. There laying on the floor in front of me, was my grandmothers body
covered in dry blood. My grandma had been dead for many years and it had been a
ghost caring for me for four years the entire time!
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