A ghost story by Agostina

One day, in winter of 2001, I was on holiday in United States. I was with my best friends: Theo and Micha.

It was cold with much wind, a typical winter day.

We were walking, looking at the landscape.

We were telling horror stories when, suddenly, we heard a loud noise coming from an abandoned house, away from the “civilization”.

We went to that house and we saw… A ghost?  Yes, it was a ghost, an ugly ghost . It was moving inside the house. We were looking through the windows from the street.

It was the ghost of a man, he had a yellow shirt and purple jeans, but he didn’t have shoes or trainers. I was scared because the ghost was looking at us with an evil smile, it wasn’t a nice smile.

We felt scared but at the same time we were impressed WE NEVER SAW A GHOST! N-E-V-E-R.

When we saw that, we ran to the hotel. Then, we told to our parents about what we saw. They didn’t believe us