• KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
    There's that sound again. I've been hearing it all night. Is it somebody at the door? I walked over, and opened the door. Nobody was there. "Stupid door," I said, slamming it. By the way, I'm John Pryling. I'm 16 years old, and right now, my parents are out eating dinner somewhere in the city.
    KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
    I cursed as the knocking came again. "Ungh! Who is this?" I asked. No answer. I stayed by the doorway this time. When I heard the knock, i opened it right away. I saw a racoon on the porch, knocking over a garbage can. "Oh, crap!" I said, running over to the racoon. I threw the racoon in to the yard and slammed the door. No knocks came later, so I supposed my problem was solved. But then I heard another knock. But not from outside. From inside. In the house. Whatever was outside must have came in when I got the racoon away. "Oh, crap, oh, crap!" I said to myself. "Who's there?" I asked. "Well? Who?" I asked again. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! A chill went down my spine. I went for the door as fast as I could. It was boarded up from the outside. I tried the phone. Disconnected. Of course. Windows were glued shut. Chimney plugged. No way out. No way in. I was alone with that... That... I don't know! Thing! I was freaking out. But then I heard a voice. "Don't be scared..." Said a calm voice, seeming to come from nowhere. "I'm sorry if I frightened you, but this used to be my house, a long time ago, and I came to visit. I'm so sorry." Said the voice. "You broke in to my house and locked me in for a visit to your old house? What's wrong with you?" I asked angirly. The voice replied, "I'm terribly sorry. To show my forgiveness, I'll let you visit whenever you like." I was puzzled. "Visit where?" I asked. "Why, here, of course! It is my house now." The voice said as if it was completely normal to have your house stolen by a complete stranger who locked you inside with them. "Exactly how long ago did you own this house?" I asked. The voice now seemed closer. And now I saw who it belonged to. "Oh, about a hundred years ago!" Cackled the voice. No. It's not just a voice. It's a ghost. And now, so am I. I do visit often. But I'm bored of visiting my old house. Maybe I'll pay you a visit...