Take last week - I was sound asleep, when suddenly I heard footsteps right outside my doorway. At first I thought it was a burglar, so I did what any twelve year old girl would do - I screamed. Loud. I sure did. Mom and Dad rushed into my room. I told them what I heard and Dad ran into Doogle's room, grabbed his baseball bat and went on a search while Mom sat with me. He came back with no signs of any intruder whatsoever. Mom and Dad said I must have just had a bad dream, but I know what I heard.
Then - a few nights later, I heard the same footsteps again - only this time I decided to investigate it myself. I tiptoed to my door and opened it just a tiny creak. The footsteps sounded like they were getting closer, but when I peeked out into the hallway, not a soul was there - only a shadow on the wall that vanished before my eyes.
Then - something even weirder happened.Yesterday when I went down to breakfast, all the glasses were out of the cabinet and were lined up on the counter. Nobody knows who did it. Well, except me that is - the ghost did it - I'm sure of it! Eep! What do I do now???
Until next time (if I survive that long) - - Millie