4. Ghosts

You speak, oh gratefull Lord
In a whisper I can not hear,
As I lie awake in my bed,
My pillow draped with tears.

My thoughts are bottled up inside
I can not let them out,
your like a ghost I can not see,
come save my from me doubts.

I woke screaming. I had had the same nightmare 365 times. The ride down the hill, the sudden jerk, the horrifying pain slashing into me, screaming and every thing suddenly going black. I had had this night mare every night since the accident, the accident I never walked away from, the accident I still think about even in death.

The Haunted Hotel
By Wilkie Collins
Continued by Quinn Darrow

Ghosts
Have you ever seen a ghost? Would you ever want to see a ghost? Well, here are some real life ghost stories.
It all started when I was paired with a “Big” from the
Big Brothers and Big Sisters program, a program that allows kids and adults from the community to hang out with each other each week. My “Big’s” name is Carol and her roommate’s name is Becky.

When we first moved into our house in 2004 we have heard from everyone from our naborhood that a woman had gotten murdered from her cereal killer ex husband. I was scared at the thought of the subject. But I did not believe it. The relater told us that nothing like that has ever happened. But I always wanted to know what were the red spilled stains all over the attic floor.

ROOM 263
BY: COREY WILLIAMS

May ninth, nineteen-seventy-five…

Some people believe in ghosts some people don’t but I am one person that does believe in ghosts. I believe in ghosts mostly because my sister has had an experience with one. It happened just down the road in my Grandpas house a long time ago when she was just a little girl. She was up in the attic taking a nap on one of the couches. When she heard creaking noises from across the room.

It was the winter of 1873, and Vermont was having the biggest snowstorm of the year. It had already snowed 5 feet in the past three hours, and there was no sign of the snow stopping or slowing down. In the small town of Killington, an old woman was deathly ill. Her husband had gone off to work before the storm had started, and obviously wouldn’t be able to come back until the storm was over.

Go
Home
Or
Stay
Terrified!

The Girl

By Teera Paye
Oxbow High School, Grade 8

Here eyes were black like coal.
Her skin was white like fresh snow.
Where did she come from?
Why exactly is she here?
How did she get here anyway?
The door is locked.
I am the only one with the key.
The window?
No way!
It is two stories up.
She couldn’t have climbed up.
She comes toward me.
I back away.

Ghost

By Nikko Malerba
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

Most terrifying that is not,
Or was, or is
Just a remnant.
All lost
People, places, things.
They were but forgotten
They are forgotten
They will not be forgotten
Not things they be.
But things that were.
Attached they felt.
Now they linger
In how thoughts,
Or our imaginations,
Or in our closets,

Ghosts are white
The come in the night
Halloween they make
Houses take shape
People put them around
To help stare someone down
They cause a great scare
When someone is caught unaware
They mean
Halloween
When kids wear cute outfits
With their cute little baskets
They collect candy
And they feel all dandy
LOOK!
A GHOST!
Fhew!
That was close!

By Moya Cavanagh
Browns River Middle School, Grade 8

In the darkened
Cloak of night
I hear their voices
Speaking.

Ghosts are white creatures lurking in the night
They are figments of our imagination pushed so far that they become real.

Prompt 4
Ghosts
By Matt Eaton

G is for ghastly creatures that haunt late at night.
H is for hellish, devilish, beasts.
O is for oh snap.
S is for Shazzam get away from me!!
T is for “that’s what you get ghost”.
S is for silently creeping through the night, circling around for another attack.

By Teko Wilson
JJ Flynn Elementary School, Grade 2

Once upon a time, there was a ghost. The ghost’s house was scary. A little girl named Teko came to the ghost’s house and she was scared. She screamed because a ghost said, “Boo!” Then she ran home. Then a thunderstorm came and scared everybody at Teko’s house. They locked the door so the water wouldn’t come in their house. The ghost was scared, too!

Ghost Story

The Ghost Who Couldn’t Find His Parents

One night I went to a place to play and I saw some ghosts playing with no one to play with. I said to them, “Do you guys want to play with me?” One of them said yes, but the other ones said no. So I played with the ghost and then I went home. He was sad and I was sad, too.

Ghosts

By Adam Allegretta
Charlotte Central School, Grade 8

John Abraham got up every morning for work at 4:00 AM sharp for his shift at the lighthouse. He worked for fifteen hours and lived in a one room house on the beach near the lighthouse with his wife Sharon. They had no kids because it would probably be too crowded. The day started like every other day. John got out of bed, walked four steps past his 2x2 table, and started his coffee. He rubbed his eyes and let out a loud yawn. His wife stirred in the bed and he reached for yesterday’s paper and read: Ghost Sightings Reported All Across Town.

The Worst of Times

Once, in a horrid place, a boy who didn’t believe in ghosts had the worst of times…

One night the boy got a fright. A graveyard he was standing in, calling,

The Mt. Philo Murders

By David Keyes
Charlotte Central School, Grade 7

James Gregoire Ghost 9-18-07

United Again

By Libby Wilson
Oxbow High School, Grade 8

“Help! Please! Somebody help me!”

ghosts are scary
they are never too hairy
there white as a bed spread
you can see through there little head
ghost are honting
you can hear them talking
they make the room cold
the houses that they are in the house are always sold
ghosts are full of gold
never mold
ghosts are cool as hell
wont ring a bell
they will cast a spell
but the ghost will never tell
you never stop

'Til Death Do Us Part

By Shannon Page
Oxbow High School, Grade 10

His head is bowed and he sits alone
He lingers here even when no one is home
All alone he simply stays
Sitting still for countless days
The children pass him without a glance
The sad eyed daughter stares past but by chance

His hazel eyes stare through to her soul
He sees things that others just don’t know

By Kacie Collins
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

You may not know about them, even be aware of them, even think about them, but boy oh, boy, do they know about you. As you silently go about the everyday business of your ordinary life they’re there. Through the smiles, the laugher, the gains, the losses, the beginnings, the ends you silently make their home yours. You probably don’t even know a thing about them, haven’t even heard of them and yet you’re living the life the same place they did theirs.

I believe in Ghosts because my mom always tells a story about how her work is haunted. While she is working she says that she can hear her name being called and when she asks her coworkers what they were calling her for they will reply that they weren’t calling.

Ghostly Behaviors

By Nina Mccarthy
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I look out my window to a house on the street,
I see a shadow looking back at me.

I wipe my eyes and look again,
Only to see no one from within.

“Its all in my head, what are you thinking?”
There can’t be a ghost I must be dreaming.

I resume with my homework but hear a noise.

I do not know if ghosts are real or not. I don’t think that they exist because I find it hard to believe that it’s possible for a person after death to come back to the land of the living and communicate by speech or touch. But I have no proof that they do not exist.

I’ll tell you a story;
A story that’s true!
Of black cats and witches
And ghosts that go, “Boo!”

One night trick-or-treating
On a dark suburban street,
I came across something
That wasn’t made of sheet.

It was a ghostly hand
And I’ll have you know,
That it was plain creepy,
And horribly so!

It came floating towards me,
So I ran away!