house. I would forget about being quiet. I stormed into the other bedroom. Unfortunately, Roger wasn’t there either. He must have already gone back downstairs. I was too tired to play his game tonight. I massaged my temples, trying to keep the dull headache from growing.
I was ready to leave the room, but I instantly had that creepy feeling I wasn’t alone. There was someone or something there with me. I was afraid to turn around, yet I knew I had to. I wasn’t so sure this presence was Roger. It felt much more powerful than his manifestation had ever felt. I stood frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do next. I decided I would spin around quickly before the thing had a chance to slip up on me. I inhaled a deep breath,preparing myself for what I might see .
On the count of three, I would turn around. 1… 2… 3… I turned around. I spotted it instantly. There was a chair in the corner of the room and there was someone sitting in it, except the person had a sheet over them… like they were wearing it for trick or treating.
“Roger, is this your idea of playing like your Casper the Friendly Ghost? Well, it’s not funny and I don’t have time for games right now. Take it off and let’s go,” I said with my hands on my hips.
I marched over to the chair, stopping a few steps away. That same eerie feeling surrounded me. It felt like when I’d found Roger at Elisa’s house, except the creepy factor was intensified by about a hundred. I’d never been this creeped out by Roger. Why wasn’t he saying anything? What if it wasn’t him under there? I swallowed hard and inched a couple steps closer. I was right up next to the chair now. Roger or whoever was under there still hadn’t moved an inch.
“You’d better come out. I’m starting to get really agitated,” I said.
Apparently, that was of little concern to the person hiding beneath the fabric. I was stalling, but I knew I had to pull that sheet off. This little game had to end. I willed myself to be strong. I’d been dealing with the paranormal for years. Surely, I could handle a prankster ghost. It was freaking me out though that this ghost wasn’t even moving. My heart rate increased and my stomach fluttered with anxiety.
I reached out toward the sheet. “Okay, Roger, I gave you a chance. I’m not playing nice any more. I gave you a chance, you should have taken it.”
I grabbed the sheet and yanked on it. It fluttered to the ground. I gasped and stumbled backward, managing to remain upright. There was no one there. How had the ghost gotten away without me even seeing a glimpse of him? I was almost sure this was Roger up to his shenanigans again, but in the back of my mind I knew it had felt different. If this was Roger then he had a lot of explaining to do. In all the years I’d been dealing the paranormal, I’d never had a spirit play that kind of trick on me. I stared at the chair for a moment longer and then decided it was time to get out of there.
That was when I noticed the hat on the floor by the window. Where had that come from? I stepped closer, then reached down and picked it up. It was a beige fedora style hat. It wasn’t mine and Roger hadn’t worn a hat. I glanced around the room. A chill went down my spine. I examined under the bed and in the closet, but no one was there.
I knew I probably shouldn’t tell Mindy about this, but I had to tell someone. I clutched the hat and went back down the hallway toward the stairs. It felt as if someone was walking behind me the entire time. I kept glancing over my shoulder, but there was nothing visible. If the spirit was really there, then he was hiding from me. That was when I remembered where I’d seen the hat before. The spirit that had attacked Mindy had been wearing it. Now, she would really freak out when I told her.
Apparently the entity had followed us here.
“Why don’t you show yourself?” I asked. “Are you a coward?”
With the way it had attacked Mindy, maybe I
I was ready to leave the room, but I instantly had that creepy feeling I wasn’t alone. There was someone or something there with me. I was afraid to turn around, yet I knew I had to. I wasn’t so sure this presence was Roger. It felt much more powerful than his manifestation had ever felt. I stood frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do next. I decided I would spin around quickly before the thing had a chance to slip up on me. I inhaled a deep breath,preparing myself for what I might see .
On the count of three, I would turn around. 1… 2… 3… I turned around. I spotted it instantly. There was a chair in the corner of the room and there was someone sitting in it, except the person had a sheet over them… like they were wearing it for trick or treating.
“Roger, is this your idea of playing like your Casper the Friendly Ghost? Well, it’s not funny and I don’t have time for games right now. Take it off and let’s go,” I said with my hands on my hips.
I marched over to the chair, stopping a few steps away. That same eerie feeling surrounded me. It felt like when I’d found Roger at Elisa’s house, except the creepy factor was intensified by about a hundred. I’d never been this creeped out by Roger. Why wasn’t he saying anything? What if it wasn’t him under there? I swallowed hard and inched a couple steps closer. I was right up next to the chair now. Roger or whoever was under there still hadn’t moved an inch.
“You’d better come out. I’m starting to get really agitated,” I said.
Apparently, that was of little concern to the person hiding beneath the fabric. I was stalling, but I knew I had to pull that sheet off. This little game had to end. I willed myself to be strong. I’d been dealing with the paranormal for years. Surely, I could handle a prankster ghost. It was freaking me out though that this ghost wasn’t even moving. My heart rate increased and my stomach fluttered with anxiety.
I reached out toward the sheet. “Okay, Roger, I gave you a chance. I’m not playing nice any more. I gave you a chance, you should have taken it.”
I grabbed the sheet and yanked on it. It fluttered to the ground. I gasped and stumbled backward, managing to remain upright. There was no one there. How had the ghost gotten away without me even seeing a glimpse of him? I was almost sure this was Roger up to his shenanigans again, but in the back of my mind I knew it had felt different. If this was Roger then he had a lot of explaining to do. In all the years I’d been dealing the paranormal, I’d never had a spirit play that kind of trick on me. I stared at the chair for a moment longer and then decided it was time to get out of there.
That was when I noticed the hat on the floor by the window. Where had that come from? I stepped closer, then reached down and picked it up. It was a beige fedora style hat. It wasn’t mine and Roger hadn’t worn a hat. I glanced around the room. A chill went down my spine. I examined under the bed and in the closet, but no one was there.
I knew I probably shouldn’t tell Mindy about this, but I had to tell someone. I clutched the hat and went back down the hallway toward the stairs. It felt as if someone was walking behind me the entire time. I kept glancing over my shoulder, but there was nothing visible. If the spirit was really there, then he was hiding from me. That was when I remembered where I’d seen the hat before. The spirit that had attacked Mindy had been wearing it. Now, she would really freak out when I told her.
Apparently the entity had followed us here.
“Why don’t you show yourself?” I asked. “Are you a coward?”
With the way it had attacked Mindy, maybe I
Similar Books
