The water spilled out of my cup. No. It flew out of my cup. And I had been on the other side of the room.
I don’t know what had made my cup spill. All I know is that this is usually how Halloween goes in the Marken’s house. Weird things always happen, and they usually have no explanation. My family has lived here for almost 14 years, and apparently it has always been like this. The cops told us that newspapers declared this house as haunted, long before my parents bought this house. I believed them, but my parents did not.
I set out to find who had started this awful stroke of bad luck, and before I knew it, my best friend was involved, my sister was involved, and my dog, Taz, was involved. We started with the basics. Then, along with the clues, we started investigating. Then out of nowhere, we met the ghost. And this is how it happened.
“Uh, Meredith, I think I found something.”
“No… oh man. This isn’t good.”
Ellen is my best friend. Always has, always will be. She calls me Meredith, even though my real name is Marlyna. Neither of us had really liked my name when we first met. So let me back up. We decided to do out school project on the Haunting of Heverman Street. Well, to be fair, Halloween was in a week. I lived on Heverman street. I lived in the house that was apparently haunted. I had seen my glass of water tip multiple times, and it was really creeping me out, even though I had lived with this all my life. So we found some old newspapers, grabbed a notepad and pen, and set off. What we found in this particular newspaper was crazy. Apparently, there once had been an old man who was so filled with grief for his children that had been murdered, that he hung himself. Freaky. But get this; he hung himself on a tree, in the orchid of the suspected killer, technically setting him up as the man’s killer. What kind of revenge is that? But anyway, the suspected killer moved away after a while, and the orchid was cut down. The wood was used to build a house. They used the same tree the man hung himself on to build part of my house. After searching for hours on the laptops in the library, we found the plan of my house. Since it had a “record” for ghosts, somebody had mapped out where the old man’s tree was. And guess where it was used? That’s right. In my room.
Now don’t get me wrong; its fantastic to learn that ghosts to exist. But right before Halloween? Absolutely not. Just… what?! I do not want to wake up in the middle of the night to find a ghost trying to tie a noose around my neck and tying me to that same tree!
So Ellen and I went back home and went into my room. We found the plank in the ground and sat down on my bed. We heard a whimper, and saw Taz waddle in. Taz never comes into my room. Scurrying around the plank, Taz jumped onto my lap and put his head down. That is when we saw it rise.
“Ack, this sawdust! What on earth! Why, why, why…” Said a voice.
“Ellen, it’s everywhere!” I whispered. Taz got up and barked. At least someone was trying to be brave. And that’s when it happened. Something whitish, bluish busted out of the plank. Coughing and sputtering, it rose.
“Ladies, nice to meet you!” It coughed. That’s all I heard. The rest was lost as Ellen and I screamed and raced out of that room.
“Wait! Wait, wait, wait! I didn’t mean it like that! Wait, did I do something wrong? Stop right there!” It yelled. It raced infront of us and held up a ghostly figure of a hand in a stop motion.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it.” Ellen and I screamed again and backed up against the wall. “Hey, hey, I’m not that kind of ghost! I”m just stuck in that plank of wood and Halloween is the only time I can get out. Please, stop screaming girls! My ears are going to start bleeding, and that is hardly possible with a ghost. See, see? Even Tazzy here isn’t afraid of me.” Meanwhile, Itty, our cat, had been rubbing up against the ghost.
“Um, Mr. Ghost, thats Itty. The dog is Taz.” Ellen stated.
“Oh it doesn’t make a difference… cat, dog. Oh well. Ah now, thank you for not screaming your heads off. Haha… did you get that? I think it was funny… screaming your heads off in front of a ghost? No…? Ok. Well. Let’s start over. I’m Jeff, the house ghost, and you are…?” He asked.
“Um, I’m Meredith. That’s Ellen. I kind of live in that room… could you explain a little bit whats going on…” I muttered.
“Ah, well yes, you see, I’m a house ghost, and I protect you slash live with you slash make your Halloweens truly spooky slash just kinda there slash usually play with the animals while you guys are gone.”
“But why do you do this?” Ellen asked.
“Ah, well, can’t go anywhere, you see. That plank can be removed, just no one has bothered quite yet, so I’m stuck here. If it was moved onto my tombstone, now that would be a different story. But that is quite alright. 5o years of nothing gives you a good hobby for patience. Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to take a morning nap. Or evening nap… I really must work on my sense of time!” He chuckled.
Ellen and I stood, dazed, as he faded into the wood, still chuckling. But one thing was clear to both of us. Mr. Jeff-the-ghost really wanted to get out be free. So we freed him. We grabbed a hammer and beat out the plank of wood. It turns out it was quite a small plank of wood, only about seven inches long and about three inches across, I believe. In the middle of the hammering, we heard someone yelp in the wood and say, “Hey! Keep it down out there! Trying to take a nap over here!” And I finally realized where that voice had been coming from all along.
Ellen and I succeeded in pulling the wood out. But as we put it down, Mr. Jeff-the-Ghost came out again.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”He yelped.
“Um… removing your plank…” I stuttered back.
“Ah, well, in that case, thank you! Sorry, I thought you were about to snap it. That would not be good. Please, go on. I can lead you to my tombstone, I think. Only been there once, you see. That is quite alright though, as now I can be free, if of course, you don’t change your mind in the middle of the expedition. Cherrio, come on then!” He lead us out.
Ellen and I still remember that night. We still remember that bluish glow leading us through the graveyard. I still remember Itty rubbing up against my legs and Taz barking at a tree. It was a great night, actually, and I learned something important. It is easier to believe things even before the proof has come, actually, since life is too short to skip around and come back to whatever you forgot. Oh, and Mr. Jeff still visits us. But now he can go wherever he’d like. Did you know that ghosts can have girlfriends?