This is my story. The story of Charles Ruben. If I told you from the start we would be here forever, but that is what I am going to do.
I moved to Gills House in 1775. It was a very old house and did not look like the kind of place a 12 year old boy would want to live. I always thought that my parents would buy a mansion because
my parents were loaded. I always told myself I would be famous and I will never forget that. I had no brothers or sisters so I was all alone apart from my pet tarantula Spikes. He was my brother, friend and pet. He was everything to me. I now lived far away from school so I would have to get home schooled which I have always wanted. It would have been a great experience if I did not know about
Melissa. This is the story of how I met Melissa and it is also the story of my death. I am a ghost and I think this is the 14th of May 1945. I died when I was 13 in 1776. I will first however tell you about Melissa.
I had lived in Gills House 3 months now. We were redecorating.
Nothing was working except the toilet. No wallpaper was sticking to the walls and the paint just dripped off or chipped away. My mother was livid. She lost it and said “we have lived here for 3 months and we have been decorating since day 1 nothing is working nothing is sticking and it looks worse than when we moved here”. She wasn’t wrong though. Then that night I heard a wail from the attic. The attic was 5 floors above my bedroom on the 3rd floor. My house was a mansion but not in a good way. I wanted to inspect but the floors creaked too much I would wake everyone up. I just went back to bed and tried to block out all of the noise. Then it got louder and louder and then it was so loud it was like it was right outside my
door. I had to check now. I went to my door and gingerly opened it. Nothing was there. Then I looked closer and I saw a woman at the end of the hall crying. She was curled up and on the floor crying. She was so pale that her skin colour matched her night dress, almost transparent. I took one step back and tripped on my night gown and made a thud. She looked at me and it was only then I noticed that she was a ghost. I shut my door as quick as I could and hid under my sheets. My mother found me pale and shaking the next morning under my covers. I tried to tell her what I saw but I could only mutter the letters gh… She never understood. Then my father entered the room looking very smart ready for work.
He was a police man. He said good morning grabbed a biscuit and was off out the door. My father does not talk in the morning so he did not notice me in the state I was in. He never even says good morning to mother because sometimes he is caught up in his little world of police stuff that I’m too young to understand. According to dad. He is the chief of police so I never see him because of late hours and early morning.
I perked up for lunch. I had to mum made steamed pudding with
custard. My favourite dish. It is so much better than grandmas Brussels sprout and cabbage broth that she makes for me. My mother added extra currents to the pudding which is the way I like it.
I went up to spikes to feed him his cockroaches that I found at
the bottom garden. My house is a wreck but it is a mansion. My mum was doing more decorating than ever before extra wall paste and extra thick paint. She was going all out to get the place done. I however decided to face my fears and go to the attic to see if there was anything there. I prayed that I wouldn’t run into the ghost again.
I gingerly walked towards the creaky wooden stairs under my
feet, creaking with every step I dared to walk. I opened the door very slowly and carefully. I looked around the dark cold attic. Nothing was there but if I have read my books right I would say that a ghost could pop up any second now and kill me. I decided to leave. My mother was jumping with joy on the not so hard wood floor. I asked her why she was jumping. She replied “the first piece
of wallpaper has stuck”. She was so happy with herself only to watch it peel of the wall. She got down on her knees and started to cry. I didn’t want to get involved in that sob stuff so I went to explore. I walked to the bottom of the road and saw a stream. On the other side was a woman washing blooded rags. She had webbed feet sagging breasts. That was so unusual for anyone to have. She
had black hair one nostril and one long tooth that looked like a dagger. As soon as I saw her I knew what she was… A banshee. I turned around straight away and went home. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me but I wasn’t fast. Then with one swipe she had me. I thought it was the end but to my surprise she just let me go. I fell with a thud wondering why she let me go when I saw my father coming out of the car. He told me that he didn’t need to go to work today and he got to spend more time with mother and me. I finally got to spend time with my father. I haven’t spent time with my father since I was 2. That was 10 years ago. He picked me up of
the floor and took me back to the house. Mother saw my state but she had to hug father first and ask him why he was here. Then as quick as possible she attended to me. I had a nasty gash on my head from the fall so there was a rag with hot water on it before I could say banshee. My mother then tucked me into bed but I was restless because father was home. She let me stay up for a bit
longer.
During the night when everyone was asleep I snuck up to the
attic again to take a closer look. I thought that it would be better to try taking another look. It was so scary at night time in the stair well up to the attic, there were no windows, no lights it was pitch black and the stairs were so weak and snapping at the side. I finally got to the door and I slowly opened it with caution the door creaked on it hinges and then one of them snapped off. It pinged off of the wooden walls and left a hole.
I looked inside and saw nothing, but then I saw a shiny golden
button on the window that was big enough for the plain eye to see and it was shiny enough for someone to want to touch it. Then a ghost stopped me in my path but I was not scared and I did not jump for I knew that one stir would wake everyone up and anger the ghost. I waited for her to leave and then I turned back to head back to my room but only one thing was troubling me- the golden button. It was so shiny but no one could have cleaned it. I went back to bed and pretended nothing was wrong, but I could not sleep. The button was confusing me too much to focus on dreams. I had to go back to the attic to see the button again. I did the same route trying not to wake everyone up. I tried to step in the middle of the stairs in the attic chamber because I knew they were breaking at the side. I opened the door of the attic and saw the button. I had to touch
it was so intrigued, until I heard a voice say “don’t, or it will be the end of you “. I was wondering who had said that when I saw the ghost. I nearly fell over with fright. Then as I lost my balance she disappeared but left a little book behind her. I went to go and get it trying not to look at the button. I picked up the book and on the front it said “The Diary of Melissa Gernalter” I was so excited I had to read it. I did not want to open it just yet but I had to. I figured if she was a ghost here then she must have lived here. I tried to flick to the pages that said Gills house on them. I was there for a while because she started her diary when she was 4. It was huge and her writhing was so small. I guess that was the way they all wrote back then. I read the day before she moved. She never said the date she just said the year. I could not believe how long ago this was. Her diary was written in the 1500’s. That was ages ago. I got to the day she moved and I could not put it down. This is what I read.
It was 1514 when I moved to Gills house I was just 13. For a
girl of 13 I was considered smart. Though I never actually believed in ghosts until I moved to Gills House. I lived there with my mother, Father, older brother John, Younger sister Natalie and my grandmother Betty. We didn’t always get along. I fought with
John all of the time and I tried to avoid Natalie and my father. I always helped my mother in the kitchen because that was the only place John didn’t go. None of us knew about the attic at the time so we always presumed that when the house was built they just forgot to put one in or maybe it was just a fashion. Houses that were really big but did not have an attic for extra height. Then one day I fell out with my mum so I tried to find a place where no one would go. I looked for secret rooms or try to go in the spare room but there was
nowhere. Then I ran into a door. I opened it thinking this is how I am going to get away. I walked up the stairs and they stared to creek. I was getting scared but everyone has turned on me. I have no one, even my mum dos not want anything to do with me. I was heartbroken. I then got to the top and there was yet another door, maybe it was just trying to scare me. I opened it so slowly only
to see a shine in the corner of the window. It was a golden button. I was intrigued because it was so shiny. I wanted it for a dress so I went to go and get it. As soon as I touched I was launched at the wall. When I picked myself up again I was in a trance. That trance led me to the knife and rope by the wall. I was scared but my brain was telling by legs to walk further towards the rope. I then picked up the knife and made a little incision in my throat, I was in so
much pain now but still I carried on. I put the knife down and grabbed the rope that was already hung against the wall like it was waiting for someone to hang themselves. Before I knew it, it was wrapped around my neck and I was standing on a barrel. I could feel my feet starting to lift of off the surface that was keeping me alive. I tried to keep them down but it was no use. Before I knew it
I had jumped. I did not die instantly though but the slit in my neck made the pain unbearable.
I died 3 hours after I hanged myself. I am writing my first ever ghost diary. It’s quite nice because I have found a chamber in the house in which I sit and I also live in the attic. I spend most of my time there because no one goes up there. I am still miserable enough because my parents are not even upset that I am gone. No grave, no funeral and no sympathy. I still hope it will be a long time before I see them like this. I don’t want to curse them to death. I am starting to get impatient because I am very lonely up here all alone.
I moved to Gills House in 1775. It was a very old house and did not look like the kind of place a 12 year old boy would want to live. I always thought that my parents would buy a mansion because
my parents were loaded. I always told myself I would be famous and I will never forget that. I had no brothers or sisters so I was all alone apart from my pet tarantula Spikes. He was my brother, friend and pet. He was everything to me. I now lived far away from school so I would have to get home schooled which I have always wanted. It would have been a great experience if I did not know about
Melissa. This is the story of how I met Melissa and it is also the story of my death. I am a ghost and I think this is the 14th of May 1945. I died when I was 13 in 1776. I will first however tell you about Melissa.
I had lived in Gills House 3 months now. We were redecorating.
Nothing was working except the toilet. No wallpaper was sticking to the walls and the paint just dripped off or chipped away. My mother was livid. She lost it and said “we have lived here for 3 months and we have been decorating since day 1 nothing is working nothing is sticking and it looks worse than when we moved here”. She wasn’t wrong though. Then that night I heard a wail from the attic. The attic was 5 floors above my bedroom on the 3rd floor. My house was a mansion but not in a good way. I wanted to inspect but the floors creaked too much I would wake everyone up. I just went back to bed and tried to block out all of the noise. Then it got louder and louder and then it was so loud it was like it was right outside my
door. I had to check now. I went to my door and gingerly opened it. Nothing was there. Then I looked closer and I saw a woman at the end of the hall crying. She was curled up and on the floor crying. She was so pale that her skin colour matched her night dress, almost transparent. I took one step back and tripped on my night gown and made a thud. She looked at me and it was only then I noticed that she was a ghost. I shut my door as quick as I could and hid under my sheets. My mother found me pale and shaking the next morning under my covers. I tried to tell her what I saw but I could only mutter the letters gh… She never understood. Then my father entered the room looking very smart ready for work.
He was a police man. He said good morning grabbed a biscuit and was off out the door. My father does not talk in the morning so he did not notice me in the state I was in. He never even says good morning to mother because sometimes he is caught up in his little world of police stuff that I’m too young to understand. According to dad. He is the chief of police so I never see him because of late hours and early morning.
I perked up for lunch. I had to mum made steamed pudding with
custard. My favourite dish. It is so much better than grandmas Brussels sprout and cabbage broth that she makes for me. My mother added extra currents to the pudding which is the way I like it.
I went up to spikes to feed him his cockroaches that I found at
the bottom garden. My house is a wreck but it is a mansion. My mum was doing more decorating than ever before extra wall paste and extra thick paint. She was going all out to get the place done. I however decided to face my fears and go to the attic to see if there was anything there. I prayed that I wouldn’t run into the ghost again.
I gingerly walked towards the creaky wooden stairs under my
feet, creaking with every step I dared to walk. I opened the door very slowly and carefully. I looked around the dark cold attic. Nothing was there but if I have read my books right I would say that a ghost could pop up any second now and kill me. I decided to leave. My mother was jumping with joy on the not so hard wood floor. I asked her why she was jumping. She replied “the first piece
of wallpaper has stuck”. She was so happy with herself only to watch it peel of the wall. She got down on her knees and started to cry. I didn’t want to get involved in that sob stuff so I went to explore. I walked to the bottom of the road and saw a stream. On the other side was a woman washing blooded rags. She had webbed feet sagging breasts. That was so unusual for anyone to have. She
had black hair one nostril and one long tooth that looked like a dagger. As soon as I saw her I knew what she was… A banshee. I turned around straight away and went home. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me but I wasn’t fast. Then with one swipe she had me. I thought it was the end but to my surprise she just let me go. I fell with a thud wondering why she let me go when I saw my father coming out of the car. He told me that he didn’t need to go to work today and he got to spend more time with mother and me. I finally got to spend time with my father. I haven’t spent time with my father since I was 2. That was 10 years ago. He picked me up of
the floor and took me back to the house. Mother saw my state but she had to hug father first and ask him why he was here. Then as quick as possible she attended to me. I had a nasty gash on my head from the fall so there was a rag with hot water on it before I could say banshee. My mother then tucked me into bed but I was restless because father was home. She let me stay up for a bit
longer.
During the night when everyone was asleep I snuck up to the
attic again to take a closer look. I thought that it would be better to try taking another look. It was so scary at night time in the stair well up to the attic, there were no windows, no lights it was pitch black and the stairs were so weak and snapping at the side. I finally got to the door and I slowly opened it with caution the door creaked on it hinges and then one of them snapped off. It pinged off of the wooden walls and left a hole.
I looked inside and saw nothing, but then I saw a shiny golden
button on the window that was big enough for the plain eye to see and it was shiny enough for someone to want to touch it. Then a ghost stopped me in my path but I was not scared and I did not jump for I knew that one stir would wake everyone up and anger the ghost. I waited for her to leave and then I turned back to head back to my room but only one thing was troubling me- the golden button. It was so shiny but no one could have cleaned it. I went back to bed and pretended nothing was wrong, but I could not sleep. The button was confusing me too much to focus on dreams. I had to go back to the attic to see the button again. I did the same route trying not to wake everyone up. I tried to step in the middle of the stairs in the attic chamber because I knew they were breaking at the side. I opened the door of the attic and saw the button. I had to touch
it was so intrigued, until I heard a voice say “don’t, or it will be the end of you “. I was wondering who had said that when I saw the ghost. I nearly fell over with fright. Then as I lost my balance she disappeared but left a little book behind her. I went to go and get it trying not to look at the button. I picked up the book and on the front it said “The Diary of Melissa Gernalter” I was so excited I had to read it. I did not want to open it just yet but I had to. I figured if she was a ghost here then she must have lived here. I tried to flick to the pages that said Gills house on them. I was there for a while because she started her diary when she was 4. It was huge and her writhing was so small. I guess that was the way they all wrote back then. I read the day before she moved. She never said the date she just said the year. I could not believe how long ago this was. Her diary was written in the 1500’s. That was ages ago. I got to the day she moved and I could not put it down. This is what I read.
It was 1514 when I moved to Gills house I was just 13. For a
girl of 13 I was considered smart. Though I never actually believed in ghosts until I moved to Gills House. I lived there with my mother, Father, older brother John, Younger sister Natalie and my grandmother Betty. We didn’t always get along. I fought with
John all of the time and I tried to avoid Natalie and my father. I always helped my mother in the kitchen because that was the only place John didn’t go. None of us knew about the attic at the time so we always presumed that when the house was built they just forgot to put one in or maybe it was just a fashion. Houses that were really big but did not have an attic for extra height. Then one day I fell out with my mum so I tried to find a place where no one would go. I looked for secret rooms or try to go in the spare room but there was
nowhere. Then I ran into a door. I opened it thinking this is how I am going to get away. I walked up the stairs and they stared to creek. I was getting scared but everyone has turned on me. I have no one, even my mum dos not want anything to do with me. I was heartbroken. I then got to the top and there was yet another door, maybe it was just trying to scare me. I opened it so slowly only
to see a shine in the corner of the window. It was a golden button. I was intrigued because it was so shiny. I wanted it for a dress so I went to go and get it. As soon as I touched I was launched at the wall. When I picked myself up again I was in a trance. That trance led me to the knife and rope by the wall. I was scared but my brain was telling by legs to walk further towards the rope. I then picked up the knife and made a little incision in my throat, I was in so
much pain now but still I carried on. I put the knife down and grabbed the rope that was already hung against the wall like it was waiting for someone to hang themselves. Before I knew it, it was wrapped around my neck and I was standing on a barrel. I could feel my feet starting to lift of off the surface that was keeping me alive. I tried to keep them down but it was no use. Before I knew it
I had jumped. I did not die instantly though but the slit in my neck made the pain unbearable.
I died 3 hours after I hanged myself. I am writing my first ever ghost diary. It’s quite nice because I have found a chamber in the house in which I sit and I also live in the attic. I spend most of my time there because no one goes up there. I am still miserable enough because my parents are not even upset that I am gone. No grave, no funeral and no sympathy. I still hope it will be a long time before I see them like this. I don’t want to curse them to death. I am starting to get impatient because I am very lonely up here all alone.