While I was closing my curtains one night, I noticed something unusual, a person dared to enter the haunted house across the street. I got scared, for them, but also of them. I thought for a second that they were a ghost. I’ve never seen ghosts in my life, but I know someone who did. I was 10 years old, my parents were going out for the night, so they hired a babysitter, an awful one. She was supposed to look after me and my little brother, Teddy, but all she did was watching tv and texting her boyfriend. So I had to take care of myself and my brother. I microwaved some dinner for us, while Teddy was playing with his toys. When dinner was ready, I called Teddy, but he wasn’t answering, so I turned around, and he wasn’t there. I kept calling him and calling him, but he did not answer, I was terrified. I didn’t tell the babysitter, I was too afraid of her. I looked out the window and there he was, crossing the street. That ignorant babysitter must have left the door open. I ran outside and tried to catch Teddy, but he was already that house across the street. I was petrified. There were a lot of stories about this house, people thought that it was haunted, but Teddy never believed them, and he wasn’t afraid. I was scared, but I had to get in, I had to get Teddy back. I channel all my courage and entered the house. I call for Teddy, "Teddy! Teddy where are you? We need to go home! Teddy, please", nothing, he didn’t answer. So I go deeper and deeper into the house, looking for my brother, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. My breath got deeper and deeper, and I started hearing steps behind me. I turn around, nothing. With each step that I take I got even more scared. I didn’t like being in there, I wanted to get out, but I needed to find Teddy first. I screamed "Teddy, where are you?" one last time. I got an answer this time, but not a pleasant one, "HELP ME!" was it. Teddy was in trouble, the voice was coming from upstairs. I ran as fast as I could. And there was Teddy, standing in front of a door, pale, shocked, just like he had seen a ghost. I grabbed him and we left the house. We didn’t say anything to anyone. He was sick for the next week, but we pretended that it was only something he ate. We never talked about this ever again.
I think I should get out and warn the stranger, I don’t want them to experience what we experienced. But what if it is a ghost? I don’t know what to do. I look through the window and notice that the stranger looks like someone I know. I scream "TEDDY DON’T".
Je pense que je me suis un peu emportée, j’ai un peu trop écrit, j’espère que ça t’aidera
