Emma had never believed in ghost stories. Until one happened to her.
Every twelve-year-old in New Orleans had heard the story of Freya, Rafferty, and The Box. It went like this...
"A hundred years ago, there was a couple. The girl was Freya and the boy was Rafferty.
One day, a mysterious figure appeared at the couple's door. It was Death. He told Freya it was time for her husband. Freya was so worried she trapped Rafferty in a huge box. However, Death has his ways.
Rafferty died, and Freya was cursed to roam the earth forever. Rafferty's ghost stayed with her, and the couple looked to have the same fate happen to other loves around the world. Their spirits still roam the earth today."
Emma never thought of it as real until she moved to a creepy abandoned house. Emma's life really started getting strange when she and her sister Evelyn went outside to play and found a creepy old box.
"Tar anseo," moaned the box.
"That's Irish for 'Come here,'" said Emma. Her dad was Irish.
"Isn't Rafferty Irish?" asked a startled little Evelyn.
The girls backed up. "RUN!" They yelled, and they ran inside.
They looked outside. The box was still.
"Hello, Emma agus Evelyn," said a voice behind them. The box would have to wait. Dad was home.
***
The next day, Emma told Dad about the box.
"Greannmhar joke," he said.
"No!" said Emma. "It's not a joke!" Emma turned around and walked outside. She opened the box recklessly.
As she opened it, she saw a note. It read "BOO!"
Emma jumped back.
The box floated up and tried to cover Emma.
Emma found a large stick to poke it back.
"Ouch!" said the box. Inside was a 12-year-old girl with shaggy hair.
"Who?!" asked Emma.
"I'm Julie," said the girl. "I'm a master prankster." Then Julie pointed up, "That's Jack. He's my sidekick."
Jack waved.
"Oooh," said Emma.
So it was all a prank. Emma and Julie became good friends in the end.
The end...
Or is it?
Every twelve-year-old in New Orleans had heard the story of Freya, Rafferty, and The Box. It went like this...
"A hundred years ago, there was a couple. The girl was Freya and the boy was Rafferty.
One day, a mysterious figure appeared at the couple's door. It was Death. He told Freya it was time for her husband. Freya was so worried she trapped Rafferty in a huge box. However, Death has his ways.
Rafferty died, and Freya was cursed to roam the earth forever. Rafferty's ghost stayed with her, and the couple looked to have the same fate happen to other loves around the world. Their spirits still roam the earth today."
Emma never thought of it as real until she moved to a creepy abandoned house. Emma's life really started getting strange when she and her sister Evelyn went outside to play and found a creepy old box.
"Tar anseo," moaned the box.
"That's Irish for 'Come here,'" said Emma. Her dad was Irish.
"Isn't Rafferty Irish?" asked a startled little Evelyn.
The girls backed up. "RUN!" They yelled, and they ran inside.
They looked outside. The box was still.
"Hello, Emma agus Evelyn," said a voice behind them. The box would have to wait. Dad was home.
***
The next day, Emma told Dad about the box.
"Greannmhar joke," he said.
"No!" said Emma. "It's not a joke!" Emma turned around and walked outside. She opened the box recklessly.
As she opened it, she saw a note. It read "BOO!"
Emma jumped back.
The box floated up and tried to cover Emma.
Emma found a large stick to poke it back.
"Ouch!" said the box. Inside was a 12-year-old girl with shaggy hair.
"Who?!" asked Emma.
"I'm Julie," said the girl. "I'm a master prankster." Then Julie pointed up, "That's Jack. He's my sidekick."
Jack waved.
"Oooh," said Emma.
So it was all a prank. Emma and Julie became good friends in the end.
The end...
Or is it?
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