So, I created a story on another thread.
Here it is:
The Old Woman
Once upon a time, there was a woman who lived in our house with us. The woman was 87 years old. We had good times with her. She wasn't really in good health, so she got sick alot. She used to not smoke, but now she does. Her back was hurting alot. So, one day, we found her in her bed at 2:00 PM still sleeping. We wondered why she hasn't woken up yet. So, when it was 5:00 PM, she was STILL in her bed, not awake. We tryed to wake her, but it didnt do good. We were really worried. So, we called help and the hospital came, like the people. They tryed to hear if she was breathing, but...............SHE WASNT! We were just, like "oh my god, is she dead?" So, the hospital people told us that she was flatlined (basically, dead. Or not breathing). We were extremely sad. So, they took her to the hospital. We didnt ride there with them, though. We were crying alot. When it was supper (dinner) time, we set the table with tables, forks, spoons, and knives. Once we were about to eat, we heard 4 foot steps. I sounded like it was near or in the kitchen with us. We wondered what it was. The people with us sweared they didnt step at that time. So, we began to eat. The food was delicious! When I took my fourth bite out of an apple, I heard a voice. It sounded really faint, but I could still hear it. I think it said "I love this..." I was kind of, like deciding it was the old woman. After dinner we watched television. We heard no signs of ghosts then. We went to bed after that. Atleast, when I fell asleep, I had a dream of that old woman, in spirit form. She was hanging out with me. When I woke up at 6:30 AM, we ate breakfast. I saw an invisible presence sit down on one of the chairs. I was freaked out. After breakfast, I called the person who was married to that old woman. I told him she was dead. He was crying. I could tell. So, I asked him about the house. He told about how the old woman liked the house alot. I was kind of interested. So, he told me that the old woman said to him that she would finish her goals before she would go to heaven. I was certain that it was the old woman. I said thanks. So, now that I knew that the ghost was that old woman, I wasnt as scared. Soon, I went into the living room and sat down. I felt like someone was watching me. I looked back. I saw the outline of her. I was excited. I carefully said, "Can you tell me your name?" She said, "Amanda" I responded, "Well, I thought so." Then she disappeared. I was excited. It was my first time talking to a ghost. I went to sleep. I felt like I was used to her soul visiting us then and there. I was proud. So, after a few weeks, I was completely used to her spirit. So, it was a happy ending. I felt like she was an actual person. I felt no worry at all. I was really happy.
THE END
Please note that I dont think I copied this story from anywhere, and its not true. Please tell me if you like it!
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