Ghost Stories October 2016 | Page 26

I walk Jamie Critten, 11 As i walked among the dusty corridors of my house memories seemed to form among the shadows, happy memories full of good times with my family but it was all too far away now and i wondered how i had ended up in front of the chair but i dismissed the fact as i saw a painting of my family hanging off the wall. The painting showed my family eating a roast turkey one fine christmas, i remembered the aromatic smell of the gravy that was enough to make your mouth water; such a good time we had. I don't know how time passed so fast because it was now 6PM and i was getting hungry so i decided to get some food from the kitchen but i swear that the bagel passed from my grip but i was very clumsy these days and i probably just dropped it. Drawings made by my youngest daughter littered the floor of the living room, so sweet to make you cry and her teddy,cuddles, strewn on the floor after hours of play. Suddenly the doorbell rang and i hurried to see who it was and when i opened it my loving wife screamed and shouted it-it's a ghost!!!!!! 26