I slowly creep toward my closet door. Baseball bat in had, I open the door. Nothing. I sigh in relief and close the door. I think, enough for tonight, you need to go to bed. So I close my door, turn off the light, and jump into bed. I think of Plant-Man and then I slowly drift to sleep.
Dream-
There's screaming. Coming from my bedroom door. I slowly do over to it, but I can't reach it. I run towards it and finally reach it. I open the door, the doorknob is sticky. I scream when I open the door. Its inky blackness on the other side, hands and arms with no body reaching out to touch be. I try to close the door but the hands catch me and pull me into them and the blackness. I scream.
I bolt up in bed, sweat dripping from my face. I hear breathing and I freeze. Someone's in my room with me.
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Moving Objects
ParanormalDuncan and his family are being haunted by an evil ghost. The ghost is trying to kill them. With help from his older sister, and best friend, will he stop it from killing them? Or will him, and his family, die?
