Blog#3: The Ghost with the Ardent, Burning Eyes: He only wants Believers"

The Ghost with the Ardent, Burning Eyes: He only wants Believers

          Just two months ago my family and I moved here to Connecticut. My father took a job offer and him and my mother decided to move the whole family. If I was the Authority in this decision we’d still be in North Carolina where we belong.

            The house we live in was built in 1902. The floors creek and cold winds blow through the hallways. Before we lived here nobody has lived in this house for over four decades. Now somebody tell me why my parents think it’s okay that we live in here? I never believed in ghost until we moved here and I came in counter with a man with “Ardent, Burning Eyes”. He lives in my basement and no one believes me. No one believes that at night he won’t let me sleep. I even brought my parents the papers on the history of the house that says a man was brutally murdered in this house and his body was never discovered. He talks to me all night he makes loud noises. No one can see him nor hear him but me. He said he needs the soul of a little girl so that he can live on thru me. He the reason I’m writing this paper because in nine hours if I don’t get someone to believe in my story he’ll get my soul and he’ll forever live thru me. I’m hoping you’ll believe me. I’m only 11 years old my mom and dad tells me I need to quit making up things. They won’t move. They don’t believe in ghost. I guess it’s superfluous that I even try to get someone to hear me out. No one will believe me. I tried to convince my mom that the dank feeling in are hallway was the man with the “Arden, Burning Eyes” walking by but of course I’m just a 11 year old girl what do I know. All I want is a chance. Chances to have someone believe me so that we can set his soul free. That’s all he wants is believers. Someone to know the real story of what happen to him so that his soul can be at peace. He doesn’t want to walk this lonely earth any more. He wants to go to his final resting place. Now time is ticking and I have 10 minutes left. Will you believe me and spread my word, will you just stop reading and tell someone, time is running short and my story in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. THIS.IS.MY.HORROR. STORY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!