I went to Sunnyville, California to visit their Toys 'R' Us store. I'm a ghost hunter. I went there with three of my cousins: Jess, Kayla, Sierra. We went inside the store to buy a couple of stuff to show the family when we would go back to Utah. As I went through the doll aisle, a doll came out of its package and landed on the floor right beside me! By itself! No joke. I was shaking all over, I ran to see my cousins and told them what happened. They thought I was joking around with them but they soon realized for themselves that I wasn't.
The store manager saw us group of girls all freaked out and clumped together.
The manager: "Johnson, these girls were only here to buy. Sorry about him. Johnson haunts this store ever since they built this store over the land where his homeland was. Some say he died by a ax in his thigh. Who knows?"
"A ghost? Does he stay here?"
"Yep. Just a warning, don't go through the Play-Doh aisle. Enter at your own risk. But you know, Johnson isn't the only ghost here. Their's a group of them with him. And don't go upstairs where the camera room is..."
We stood in front of the Play_Doh aisle. I took a picture with my camera it was amazing! An example of what my photo looked like. But Johnson the ghost wasn't leaning against the wall. Why do ghosts stay here with us?