The Ghost

By Eric E.

Once upon a time, there was a ghost who lived in Maine. He came down the east coast. He came to Delaware.

That same night, a boy was walking along the beach. Well, he saw that ghost and he ran. The ghost was howling something the boy couldn't hear. Then he made a "YO" sound. The ghost kept howling.

The ghost had ugly teeth, the boy thought. Then he made out a "gim" and "a".

The boy came to a house. He was trapped. He made out "thbrus". The boy made out the sentence. It was "Yo, gimme a toothbrush. O.K.?" So he did. Now they're best buddies.