Everyone knew you didn’t go into the house on third street. Everyone knew you certainly did not dare your friends to try the kill the man inside.

Well last summer I was that friend only I managed to convince my friends to do it with me, but when we got inside… all we found was a bunch of bright blue butterflies, a black trench coat, and a busted black umbrella. We moved to the kitchen swinging our flashlights like lightsabers. We found yet another bright blue butterfly sitting on top of… Oh gosh. The blue butterfly was sitting atop the dead body of the old man. Someone had already killed him. Wait… what if the killer was still here? Watching and waiting for…Nope I’m out, bye!

The water lapped against the wood of the fishing boat. It was early morning, the perfect time for fishing. The sun rose on the horizon bathing the sky in a soft rosy light. I had already caught two fish so I would be okay if I didn’t catch a third. Spotting something in the grass, I came ashore. When I parted the bushes I saw a dead body lying in the cold mud. Horrified I put the bushes back and scampered back up the path and jumped in the pickup at the top of the hill. I started the truck but it coughed and wouldn’t start. I tried again and still it wouldn’t start. I looked behind me. Nothing was there even though I could have sworn that the ghost had followed me. When I looked forward I saw that same ghost in my windshield.