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I was so freaked out by my bed and immediatly thought of ealier in the day with the ghosts. My lights started blinking and i dived off my bed onto the floor. I scrambled up, sliding slightly on the small rug covering 4ft of my wooden floor. The door slammed shut before I even had tiem to react and I grabbed the knob. I tried to turn it as hard as I could but nothing. I was home alone anyways so no one would hear me but I gave it a shot anyway.

"HEEEEELP!" I screamed high-pitchedly. I rocked the door as much as I could against the wooden frames of it, trying to make more sound. Then as if there was a string tied to my pants back beltloop, I was puuled back with a strong force. My cell phone rang and I stood up and ran to it on my desk, not bothering to look at the caller ID, anyone would do right now

"Hello," i said shaking and out of breath

"Kat? Its Gerard, what's up? Is something going on? If I'm interrupting something i'll call back an-"

"Gerard, my rooms haunted or something! Its trapping me in my room, please Help me!" I said, sobbing and trying to hold back my heavy gulps for more air. I bit down as hard as I could in an attempt to stop shaking and listen to what he was saying

"Are you kidding? I'll be right over!" He said, a trace of disbelief and fright in his voice

"How? You live across town!" I said, giving up.

"I was going to call my mom to come and pick me up from Lonnie's"

"Thats awesome! thanks!" I said, slightly more comforted. He suddenly hung up and the atmosphere of the room was suddenly calm. The lights that had risen in the air while I was talking to Gerard were now on their tables and either on or off, depending on how I left them. The rug was disarrayed but only because I slid on it. Most of all, my bed. My bed was up against the wall again and neat, as if it, or the room, was never possesed to being with.

Thankfully, Lonnie lived only a block away so there was a knock on my bedroom door a second later. I ran to it and tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge! I looked down to it and the lock was pushed it. I pushed it and the door burst open, me guessing the exact moment after I pressed it, Gerard must have gotten worried since I didn't respond to his knock and he probally thought it would be harder to open.

The door knocked me down onto the piece of rug and Gerard rushed over, offered me a hand, which I took, and helped me up. His eyes were still wide with concern and waiting for me to say something, he was ready to burst.

"Let's go to the kitchen." I suggested. When we walked down the stairs to the kitchen, we sat down on the bar stools on the island part of it with my usual root beer and his usual mountain dew. Somethings never change. "What happened!" he asked, wanting to know all the details after he hung up,

"I don't know! After you hung up, it was as if there was no haunting in the first place! The lights were back on their tables, the lights weren't flickering, my bed was fine, everything was...." I started to feel like a complete lunatic, "fine."

"Well," Gerard started carefully, "maybe the ghost got worried since you actually was able to contact someone while you were in his- i mean, your- room."

"yeah, maybe." I surrendered skeptically, looking at my left hand shaking and holding the soda on the counter. I looked farther to the right, while still kieeping my eyes on the table.

"You believe me, right? You don't think I'm a lunatic?" I asked, wishing for the right answer.

"Hell no!" He said, almost laughing. Gerard always knew how to lighten the mood. "You've seen the ghost shows! I mean, most of those are probally fake, but nummber one, no offense but you're a horrible actress and couldn't have faked that emotion, and two, where did we (he meant humankind) get the idea of scary things that can hurt us that we can't see if there was never any real influence for that like ghosts?"

I smiled, knowing the only person I had told so far, and probally would tell, believed me. I looked up and met his eyes and saw how sincere he was. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and looked towards the sink. A knife was shaking on the counter, I was puzzled for a second and then realized what was going on. I grabbed his shoulders and fell, taking him with me and accidentally tripping the chairs. He looked at me like I was crazy but Seconds later the knife flew across the room and hit the wall with a hard thud. He looked back at me and realization hit him too.

We scrambled up and just barely dodged two fine glasses on the rack hanging upside down that were flung at (im guessing) our heads. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house. We fell on the grass and rolled over to look at the house on our backs. Something came flying out of the house and I looked at it in confusion. He pulled my shoulder farthest away from him and pulled so I rolled away from where I was before by about five feet. Then, the last glass cup hit where I was and I realized why he pulled me.

Now I had to think of how to explain to my parents that I could not, would not go back into that house. Although, it was vacation in mid-february so i figured that might not be a problem since teenagers are known for their constant sleepovers away from the house