Chapter 8

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I heard a knock on my door. It better not be a ghost.
"Its your sister!" Says my sister, Destiny.
"Come in!" I yell back. I'm still on my computer looking at ghosts. I hear the door open and close.
"What are you doing?" Destiny asks.
"I think there is a ghost in the house." I say and keep reading about a sighting in the white house.
"Really? How?" She asks.
"Well, this house was made in 1972, so its pretty old. And a few kids and teenagers have died in it." I say.
"Ok. How can we stop it?" She asks.
"I don't know. And we?" I ask.
"Yea, I want to help!" She says.
"Ok, well look up 'how to stop a haunting' on google." I say.
"If we can stop it!" Says a scratchy voice. My heart stops and I slowly turn around. There is my sister, but her eyes. There... White. Its like she rolled her eyes to the back of her head.
"A-are you o-ok?" I ask.
"Never been better!" Says the girl as a smirk appears across her face. This is obviously not my sister.
"I need to use the b-bathroom!" I say and race to the door.
"No you don't!" Says the girl as she tries to grab at my sweatshirt. I sprint to the door. I open it just as the girl grabs my hood.
"Let... Go!" I chock out. I thrash about trying to get air. I then kick her in the shins and stomp on her foot. She screeches and lets me go. I race down the hallway and into the hallway closet. Lets hope she can't find me here.

**Pic above is of Destiny**

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