*Change of plans, instead of posting a whole story each Saturday, I will be posting half each Saturday. I didn't realize that it was going to be so hard to write a whole short story in just one week. So with that being said here is half of the story (title TBA): It was 1am and I should be sound asleep, but I can’t sleep when I hear mumbling and noise down in the kitchen. What could it be, mom was at work and Billy was at his friends' house? What if it was a burglar!? I quietly got out of bed and opened my bedroom door. As I go down the steps the noise got louder. -creak- I stopped suddenly and thought to myself ‘Oh shoot! I forgot about that step!’ I stood there for about a minute to see if I’d been heard, but the noise continued. As I proceeded forward I heard, what I thought was mumbling, crying. As I rounded the corner of the kitchen I froze at the sight I was seeing. Could it be? No, it can’t be. I saw a ghost, and the ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sand...
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