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HARD TO EXPLAIN TALES 1

Spoon's Tale

here is my story of a ghost encounter.
p.s i will not give my real name my name here will be spoon (my nickname)

it was 9:00 p.m in auckland new zealand. i was waiting for my parents to come home. BANG all the power went off so i walked up the stairs to my room muttering "where are they" i put my bed clothes on and hoped into bed and suddenly the window burst open and i heard screaming my mothers scream! The wind was cold blowing against my face. I heard a gliding sound going up up for a moment i thought it was the wind. i got up and closed the window. (my door was closed) I still heard the gliding sound coming closer then the door creaked and "boom" a butcher knife (half of one) came through the door and the door came flying open then there it was 10:00 it was it was pale white but you could see through it and its lips were blood red and there was a black hood from its head to its legs, it smirked. i said "h who are you?" it came closer and pulled the knife out the door it said with a voice like a dying man "spoon! (but my real name) Spoon! SPOON!!!. I remembered the scream "what have you done with my parents (p.s im 14 this was last year) it said again "SPOON i have killed them" I yelled "HELP!" it came even closer and drew out his knife but then droped it he bent over to me i tryed to push him away my hand went right through "aaahhhh" then it threw my chair at my head i was out cold. i woke up but not in my bed but in the middle of a bush with big cuts on my fave and arms. it was so pane-full that it was hard to move my arms i started to walk through the bush thinking "where the hell am i?". I kept walking my arms full of pane then i saw a clearing with no trees but two bodies lying with blood on them (i was terrified) i ran up to see who it was they were my parents so i taped them "wake up come on wake up" "there dead" said a voice but who was it? "my names stan i cut wood here i found them here this morning "they are my parents" by now i was crying. "are they?" said this man called stan "i wanna dig them a grave now" "but what about your othere family members dont they need to know?" "they are nothing to me" i couldnt care about any thing right now i was so mad. "you gotta spade?" "just a moment" said stan sta left, i heard it againg the voice of the ghost but this time laughing "ahahahaha" the story carrys on as im living with stan now i call him dad i still here that voice once a year the night my parents got killed.

that is my story i hope you belive this because no one else has now all my family memvbers have seen me somewhere and asked about m parents i just say there missing.

-Spoon.