Some time ago, I was seventeen at the time, I saw a ghost. For years I had heard stories of children getting trapped in the creepy house on the hill, but not even a child would believe such a cliched story. I was no different. I refused to believe such a baseless tale. Let me start at the beginning.

A chill flew across the orange leaves. Autumn had set in. Like many kids my age, I was getting in the mood of the season with friends. My friends and I walked across the sea of asphalt to watch masked strangers beg for candy. It was Halloween night...