Run, run, run was the only thought on my mind. I didnt mean it, it was just an accident. Where will I go.
All these thoughts were going through Ryans head because he had just killed his brothers best friend, George.
Ryan came accross an old building that was bearly standing. He ran carelessly through a vast hole in the wall and tripped over a cluster of rubble. It was the unplushest place he had ever seen. Then suddenly, a large figure emerged from a dark and gloomy corner of the room.
“George, George, What are you doing here?” stuttered Ryan althouth he knew the answer.
“You know why I’m here.” said George with a cool calm voice.
It was just at that moment that Ryan realised that he could see right through him! George was a ghost.
“Thats right,”siad George softly,” Im back from the dead.
Ryan ran towards the hole in the wall that he had came through, but it was sealed up with bricks. Ryan was panicking. There was no doors and the four walls were closing in. While Ryan was scanning the room for a way out. George was sitting back with a cruel laugh. Ryan was banging hopelessly on the walls looking for a way out. Then he gave one more attempt to break through the wall. And to his surprise, he did. Ryan and George were both startled at the recent event. A bit ’shell shocked’ to say the least. Ryan dashed into the forest to try to get to his house. “You can run, but you cant hide!” yelled George behind him.
Ryan somehow managed to reach his house and when he was just about to open the door, it creaked open by its self. There could of only been one person in the doorway. George. Nobody ever saw Ryan again.
