We were just sitting down for dinner when we had a power cut. I saw a white flashing around the corner. I looked, there was a ghost on top of the old, creaky stairs.
As I watched, the ghost said, "hello". His voice sounded friendly and gentle. It reminded me of my best friend Ben who died in a horrible car crash a few years ago.
All of a sudden, the lights were back on. I rubbed my eyes, the ghost was gone. Confused, I ran up the stairs that creaked with every step. Who was this boy? Where had he gone..?
By Michael, with Mrs Duly.
