"Come on guys, let's go ghost hunting. I have not had the chance to talk to granny for a while," I pleaded my friends, Kaitlan and Kayla. "Fine, Jill, but if anything happens to me, then you are paying for the funeral!" Kayla said, as she was terrified of ghost. "Kayla, just because they are ghost, doesn't mean that they are evil or bad," Kaitlan and I both told her.
We sat down on the couch with the lantern by my side. I started. "Little girl, if you are here, will you please show yourself. We would like to help you. Please show us a sign that you are here with us." We waited for about ten minutes while I kept saying the same thing at random times. No luck. I started again. "Little boy, if you are here, will you please show yourself?" (This was before the incident that he had shown himself outside of the reflection of the dishwasher.) No one did anything, but then, Bzzzzzzzzz, Bzzzzzzz, Bzzzzzzzz. We all jumped to find out it was Kayla's cell phone going off. "Kayla! This is important! Quit!" She put it away after making jokes about him. "Kayla, the poor boy is stuck in our world when he shouldn't be. Please don't make jokes about him," I told her.
I started again. "Grandpa, if YOU are here, will YOU please show yourself. And no, we are not going to the bathroom to see you. I am sorry, but if you want to show yourself, then come in the living room. I can help. I am your granddaughter." Nothing. Not even a little noise. I was going through the list of ghost in my house. We finally reached the last one. My grandmother-who we refer to as granny.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled. "Granny, if you are here, please show yourself. For me? Please granny. Granny, this is Jill. Please answer me. Granny, this is Jill!" I thought I heard something in the kitchen, but I ignored it, not wanting to scare my friends. Kayla was closing her eyes afraid of what she was going to see. She has seen my granny before in her old bedroom-now my parents' room.
After that, she has been terrified of ghost. Something white walked in front of the television. Then it slowly disappeared. Kaitlan grabbed my arm and scooted closer. "Okay, I think we will call it a night." I stated. I jumped up to turn on the light. Kaitlan and Kayla were happy it was over. Little did we know that it wasn't.
"Ji-Ji-Jill..." Kayla stuttered, "look a-at Th-the T-T-TV. I looked only to find out why Kayla was almost in tears. Clear on the television said, "Jill, this is granny." I dropped to my knees, too afraid to move. Kaitlan's mouth opened in awe. "That was her!" I said under my breathe so my clearly frightened friends couldn't hear.
Later that night, I didn't believe it. It HAD to be my brother, Cole, who thought it was funny to play tricks on me. "Cole, why did you do it? It wasn't funny!" I told him, furious that he would do that to our granny. "What are you talking about? You're stupid!" he told me. "Come and look!" I shouted softly enough so it would not wake up are parents at midnight. He looked at it, barely able to speak. "Jill it had to be you, because it wasn't me!" He walked away from me and went back upstairs, still horror struck. I could tell he was not lying because every time he lied to me, he had a little smile curled on his face. This time, his face was with a little bit of fear, because he knows I would not do that to granny. We knew, now, that it could not have been anyone else, because nothing was on that television when we first started-besides dust.
Obviously, granny did not have enough energy in her for me to be able to hear her clearly, so she just found another way. My granny was always smart like that.