A ghost story written by Abhinav Das, a student of sixth grade in Irving, Texas, USA, as part of a writing workshop on crafting spooky stories with vivid details and a surprising twist in the tale.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Paul. He always sat around and moped. He kept thinking of how boring his life was. He lived in Delaware his whole life and had seen all he had to see in the small state.
His mom felt bad for him. He kept mourning, so she decided to change things up for Paul. He had no friends or toys. She started to form a plan to make things a little more interesting for Paul.
One summer morning, Paul was moping around as usual. Then out of the blue, his phone started ringing. It was his grandma. “Hey Paul! Want to come live with me in the Rocky Mountains?” she asked. He looked at his mom. Her smile told him everything he wanted to know.
“This will be the perfect break for me, Grandma,” said Paul.
“Is that a yes?” asked Grandma.
“Yes Grandma. I would love to,” he said.
A few days later, Paul arrived at his grandma’s house.
“Hello Grandma,” said Paul.
“Hello Paul,” said Grandma.
Grandma’s house was in front of the street. Behind her house there was a dense jungle. Paul could hear the jungle behind the house. He could hear the birds chirping. He could hear the moose bellowing. He could also hear a faint wailing noise. When they went inside, Grandma told him her rules. 1. Don’t watch TV for more than two hours. 2. Never invite anyone to come here. 3. Never ever go to the house in the woods.Those are some weird rules, thought Paul, but he shrugged it off and went to bed. After all, Paul didn’t want to be a detective on his break. This was supposed to be fun.
The next morning, Paul decided to let his grandma drive him around. He agreed to this after a long time of persuasion. He saw many animals like bison, deer, bluebirds and a few bears. He was surely enjoying himself. That night Paul went to bed with a smile on his face. Paul was definitely savoring every moment of his stay at grandma’s house.
The next morning Paul woke up to the sound of knocking. Paul went to open the door.
“Hi I am Mary. I saw you arrive yesterday. I thought we could play and have fun together.” He saw a girl at the door talking to him, as if they were friends since forever.
“Who are you? ” asked Paul. “I am your neighbor,” said Mary. “But please don’t tell your grandma that I was here,” she said.
Paul was very impulsive, so he went to play with Mary. Paul started to play with Mary everyday. One day Paul asked: “Mary, who all are there in her family?
“Oh I have mom, dad and brother,” said Mary.
“Then why don’t you bring your brother with you?” asked Paul.
“He reads all the time,” said Mary.
“What grade is he in?”asked Paul.
“Only second grade,” replied Mary.
“Don’t you have any projects,” asked Paul.
“I don’t go to school,” said Mary. Even though her answers were evasive, Paul trusted Mary. After few days, Paul started to trust Mary. One day when Mary was leaving, Paul heard a noise. He turned around and saw a car. Then he turned around again. Mary was not there.
One day Mary invited Paul to her house. Due to their relationship, Paul said yes without thinking. His grandma’s rules slipped out of his mind. Mary took him towards the house in the woods. The woods started getting more and more thick.
“Mary, I think we are lost. We might have gone off track while we were talking,” said Paul. There was no sign of civilization. It was also starting to get dark. “No, this is the right way. It is the usual path I take,” she replied.
Then Paul saw something very interesting. Mary’s eyes had changed colors. In the blink of an eye the color was normal again.
“Maybe it was a trick of light,” thought Paul.
“Ok. We are here,” she said pointing to an old log cabin in the woods. Mary’s house was unusual. He stopped. He examined the long grass reaching for his knees. He saw the long cobwebs stretching across the roof.
“Why did you stop?” asked Mary.
“Your house looks abandoned. You don’t even have the lights on,” said Paul.
“I like the dark,” said Mary in a deep and raspy voice.
“Why?” asked Paul.
“Step in and find out,” replied Mary.
They both stepped inside. Paul saw the house was very old. When he was walking, the floor was creaking. There were bones stained with blood in a corner. The walls were rotting. The windows were also mostly broken. Then Mary started to glow. Paul realized that Mary was not a normal girl. Before he could do anything about it, Mary disappeared in a puff of smoke. The cabin door slammed shut. Paul felt his body starting to melt. Paul started to scream for help, but he found himself unable to rescue him from this morbid situation. All he heard was scary laughter. Then he blanked out.
Paul woke up in his bed, screaming. Then he realized that he was safe in his bed, and it had all been a gruesome dream. His grandma asked what the problem was. “Oh, it was just a nightmare,” he replied.
Grandma told him to get ready. “We are going to another mountain today,” she said. Then Paul heard a knock on the door. When he opened it, Mary was standing there. “Hello Paul,” she said in the deep and raspy voice.
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