It was a hot June at my grandparents house and very boring. I desperately needed something to do. It is such a joy staying with old people. The town she lives in isn't that big. It is called Kermit. I really didn't think anything cool was going to happen that summer. I gave up all hope of fun or excitement. It was late at night and I decided to sleep in the last room in the back of the house with my little sister. She woke up saying she heard noises but I didn't pay attention to her and went back to bed. Who ever listens to their younger siblings. I woke up a little later and saw a figure of a person standing by the bedroom door, it just kept on looking at me and was probably standing there all night. I even kept covering my head thinking it would go away. A childish act, I know. At least is helped a little bit. Then my little sister woke up and said who is standing by the bed. The shadow just moved from the door to the bed.
Then it was morning and I told my grandma what happened but she wouldn't listen. I felt so ignored. So when night came, my sister and I decided to sleep in the living room with my brother. At least if the ghosts attack us we have an older brother to back us up.... Or sacrifice himself, whatever comes first. We went to sleep and kept on hearing heavy foot steps and all of a sudden, I saw glowing green eyes. It was impossible for it to come from a car, besides my grandma's block is very dark. This time my brother saw something creepy. He saw someone peeking through window and immediately shouted "there is a ghost looking in on us!" He jumped up turned on the light and nothing was there. I sighed, half of me sort of wanted to push him towards the ghost, then scream my head off while running away, but then again my mom would have killed me. We would never really know the secrets to those shadows but to this day, I won't go back to my grandma's. My parents force me to go though, but have they seen the things I've seen?