THE YOUNG GHOST
Dark and cold is how the night was yesterday. I felt bad but I couldn't explain it. I entered my house, but nobody was there. I supposed they went somewhere else. I stayed there for a while, and suddenly my family came in. Everyone was dressed in elegant black clothes, I thought that was strange, so I went close to my mother and spoke to her but she didn't respond. It was as if she couldn't hear me. I spoke LOUD AND CLEAR. Why couldn't they hear me? I looked at a picture my mom was holding with anxiety. It was me! I was DEAD.