The Ghost Out my Window

One night, I was in bed, reading a magazine. I went to the window to look out of it, and back in the trees, across the street, I saw the ghost. it was a big, dark shape moving slowly back toward the other neighborhood. I could barely see it, but I knew it was there because there was no wind, but at the top of the monster/ghost the branches were waving. At first, I thought that it was a neighbor, trying to find something, but then I realized that I could see the ground below it. finally, it disappeared, I never forgot that I saw it, but I knew I did.

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