Good evening everyone out there in Living-Land. This is your old pal Ghost come back to haunt you tonight. I hope you're all in the mood for a frightful evening 'cause the old Ghost is in rare form. Got your night-lite on and your covers pulled up? Goooood. Here we go...

The house on Oak St. had been empty as far back as most of the kids in town could remember and of course they loved it that way. The house served as a combination bullseye, ("I bet I can break the attic window!" No way you can throw that far, you pussy!") make out house, ("Come on Kelly, there's a matress in the big bedroom upstairs and I've got some candles if you're afraid of the dark.") and haunted legend ("I heard that some guy killed his wife and kids in there with a hammer and buried the bodies in the backyard.") All in all the house was the best place in the town of Greensville for the kids to have fun.

To say Greensville was small was like saying the Grand Canyon was a hole in the ground. Three main streets and about a dozen side streets made up the whole town and the only entertainment was a bar run by an ex-cop who would sooner set fire to his place then let anybody underage in so the kids made do with the house on Oak St.

What the kids didn't know because their parents never told them was that the house had been empty as long as they could remember too. And as long as their parents could remember. The adults never came near the house so the kids just figured that the adults didn't know what they were up to, but they did. They knew and they were afraid...

I know this isn't a whole story but it's what came to me. I typed this in the reply box and didn't use any resources. I did spot edit as I typed because frankly I don't know how not to, this is as raw as I get.