Post by StarSwirl05 on Feb 2, 2009 15:15:49 GMT -5
Sweetheart’s Visitor
Outside the school…
“Hey, did any of you hear the news?” asked Lancer.
“What news?” asked Melody.
“Sweetheart’s house is haunted,” said Lancer.
“No way, there’s no such thing as ghosts,” said Melody.
“It’s true I saw ghosts in there,” said Lancer.
“Prove it,” said Melody. Lancer hands Melody the photos. There’s nothing in these images except furniture. Lancer looks at the photos
“How did that happen?” asked Lancer. I swear I caught them on film!
“What’s going on?” asked Sweetheart, overhearing the conversation.
“Your house is haunted,” said Lancer.
“What, that can’t be, my house isn’t that old,” said Sweetheart. It’s really truly only a couple of years old.
“Wait, did I hear that Sweetheart’s house is haunted?” asked Ace, walking over.
“No you didn’t, Lancer is making the whole thing up,” said Melody.
“Am not,” said Lancer. I saw them.
“Did I hear someone say haunted?” asked Patch rushing over.
“Sweetheart’s house isn’t haunted, Patch” said Melody. There is no such thing.
“Come on, Melody, maybe Lancer’s telling the truth,” said Ace.
“Doubt it,” said Melody. His photos had nothing in them to prove it.
“That settles it, we’re going to have to prove whether or not Sweetheart’s house is haunted,” said Ace. Tonight, we find out. Everyone walks home. Later that night…
“Alright, let’s go in,” said Ace whispering. They walk to the window and look inside
“See anything?”whispered Ace.
“Nope, not a thing,” whispered Lancer. Wait a sec, guys look, the chair moved!
“Where?” asked Ace.
“Right there, it moved away from the table,” said Lancer.
“It was probably just the wind,” said Melody.
“No amount of wind could’ve done that, Melody,” whispered Ace.
“I hear footsteps,” said Lancer. It’s coming from upstairs.
“Someone must be up, no big deal,” whispered Melody.
“It’s coming downstairs,” whispered Ace. There’s no one there. Now do you believe us, Melody? There’s no other logical explanation, the floor can’t creak by itself.
“Oh whatever,” whispered Melody.
“See, told ya,” whispered Lancer.
“Let’s go before a real pony sees us,” whispered Ace. The next morning, at school…
“Ms Hackney, could I tell the class something?” asked Sweetheart.
“Why of course, Sweetheart,” said Hackney. Sweetheart walks to the front.
“Everyone, if I could really truly have your attention,” said Sweetheart. It turns out, that Lancer and Ace were right about my house being haunted. I did some research and found out that there was someone who lived before us and disappeared, never to be heard from again and was later found on the ground, not moving. His spirit still wanders my house, looking for his belongings, some of which we still have in our attic.
“My, my, Sweetheart, that’s quite the story you have there,” said Hackney. Everyone else chatters about the story Settle down, everyone, it’s Sweetheart’s turn to speak. Everyone else stops talking
“Of course, needless to say, as long as this sprit isn’t harming us in any way, my family and I have decided to allow him to stay with us. He has made himself known to us a couple of times since we’ve been here and he seems like a nice gentlepony.
“Sounds very fascinating, Sweetheart,” said Hackney. Is there anything else you can add?
“No, that’s about it,” said Sweetheart.
“Thank you, Sweetheart for sharing your information with the class,” said Hackney.
“Thanks, Ms. Hackney,” said Sweetheart.
“I would like to thank Ace and Lancer for being able to prove that my house is indeed haunted,” said Sweetheart. The class cheers
“Aw it was nothing,” said Ace. We just did what needed to be done.
Outside the school…
“Hey, did any of you hear the news?” asked Lancer.
“What news?” asked Melody.
“Sweetheart’s house is haunted,” said Lancer.
“No way, there’s no such thing as ghosts,” said Melody.
“It’s true I saw ghosts in there,” said Lancer.
“Prove it,” said Melody. Lancer hands Melody the photos. There’s nothing in these images except furniture. Lancer looks at the photos
“How did that happen?” asked Lancer. I swear I caught them on film!
“What’s going on?” asked Sweetheart, overhearing the conversation.
“Your house is haunted,” said Lancer.
“What, that can’t be, my house isn’t that old,” said Sweetheart. It’s really truly only a couple of years old.
“Wait, did I hear that Sweetheart’s house is haunted?” asked Ace, walking over.
“No you didn’t, Lancer is making the whole thing up,” said Melody.
“Am not,” said Lancer. I saw them.
“Did I hear someone say haunted?” asked Patch rushing over.
“Sweetheart’s house isn’t haunted, Patch” said Melody. There is no such thing.
“Come on, Melody, maybe Lancer’s telling the truth,” said Ace.
“Doubt it,” said Melody. His photos had nothing in them to prove it.
“That settles it, we’re going to have to prove whether or not Sweetheart’s house is haunted,” said Ace. Tonight, we find out. Everyone walks home. Later that night…
“Alright, let’s go in,” said Ace whispering. They walk to the window and look inside
“See anything?”whispered Ace.
“Nope, not a thing,” whispered Lancer. Wait a sec, guys look, the chair moved!
“Where?” asked Ace.
“Right there, it moved away from the table,” said Lancer.
“It was probably just the wind,” said Melody.
“No amount of wind could’ve done that, Melody,” whispered Ace.
“I hear footsteps,” said Lancer. It’s coming from upstairs.
“Someone must be up, no big deal,” whispered Melody.
“It’s coming downstairs,” whispered Ace. There’s no one there. Now do you believe us, Melody? There’s no other logical explanation, the floor can’t creak by itself.
“Oh whatever,” whispered Melody.
“See, told ya,” whispered Lancer.
“Let’s go before a real pony sees us,” whispered Ace. The next morning, at school…
“Ms Hackney, could I tell the class something?” asked Sweetheart.
“Why of course, Sweetheart,” said Hackney. Sweetheart walks to the front.
“Everyone, if I could really truly have your attention,” said Sweetheart. It turns out, that Lancer and Ace were right about my house being haunted. I did some research and found out that there was someone who lived before us and disappeared, never to be heard from again and was later found on the ground, not moving. His spirit still wanders my house, looking for his belongings, some of which we still have in our attic.
“My, my, Sweetheart, that’s quite the story you have there,” said Hackney. Everyone else chatters about the story Settle down, everyone, it’s Sweetheart’s turn to speak. Everyone else stops talking
“Of course, needless to say, as long as this sprit isn’t harming us in any way, my family and I have decided to allow him to stay with us. He has made himself known to us a couple of times since we’ve been here and he seems like a nice gentlepony.
“Sounds very fascinating, Sweetheart,” said Hackney. Is there anything else you can add?
“No, that’s about it,” said Sweetheart.
“Thank you, Sweetheart for sharing your information with the class,” said Hackney.
“Thanks, Ms. Hackney,” said Sweetheart.
“I would like to thank Ace and Lancer for being able to prove that my house is indeed haunted,” said Sweetheart. The class cheers
“Aw it was nothing,” said Ace. We just did what needed to be done.
