The Ghost In My House

The house was new on the inside and old on the out. Busily we arranged and moved things about. We worked all day until the night set in We decided to wait till morning to again begin. I decided to make us something to eat I went to the kitchen with my dog at my feet. I managed to prepare a tray full of snacks; I picked up the tray and stopped dead in my tracks. I heard a voice ask, “so what’s up with you?” I thought to my self at least he didn’t say “BOO!” I looked around and no one was there. I have to admit it gave me a scare. A day or two later, I was taking a nap. I awoke to the sound of a repetitive tap. I was startled to see someone at the foot of the bed, A stocky fellow with a beard, flannel shirt and a cap on his head I looked at him and he looked at me, a moment later he faded away “I think this house is haunted!” I announced with dismay. I checked around town and found out his name. I found that he live in the house before we came. “Rodney” passed from an accident a few years before; After that day he appeared he would visit us more. I don’t mind that he peeks through the bedroom door, But when he dumps the trash can, I wish he would clean up the floor.