A mystery forever

 The door creaked as I slowly walked in. It was very dark. There was a lit candle in the corner. The room was scattered with furniture and crumpled paper, as if someone had made a big mess and had not bothered to tidy it up. I picked up a piece of paper, but strangely, nothing was on it. Trying not to make any sound, I crept up the stairs. A gust of wind blew from an open window. In the bedroom, there was no one. As I examined it, I nearly screamed in horror. 

A small boy was huddled in a corner, his back facing at me. His skin was pale, and he was wearing t-shirts and shorts on this cold winter day. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the hall. I shot my head back, and saw an old woman. She had wrinkled skin, with her eyes staring right at me, with her walking stick rapping against the floor. “Who are you, and why are you in my house!” She said in a raspy voice. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I took many steps backward, to the stairs. She still followed me. I had read on the newspaper years ago about the old couple that had mysteriously died, and their grandson who disappeared.  Was this their ghost? 

I ran down the stairs and into the living room, and ran through the front door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an old man, rocking back and forth in a chair in the corner. I nearly fainted. How come I haven't seen him when I came in? I sprinted all the way back home. Gasping for air, I slammed the front door behind me. “Mum, I…” I started. “Don’t tell me you went to play with your friends again at the park. Go do your homework. Dinner’s nearly ready.” She said, as she chopped the potatoes. “I saw the ghost of the dead grandparents and their son in that abandoned house!” I said in one breath. Mum looked at me strangely. “Don’t talk nonsense Wendy.” Then she went back to making dinner.