Ghosts
I had a birthday party at my house when I was about ten years old. My home had a massive basement at the time, and all the kids were downstairs having fun doing whatever we did back then. When the pizza finally came, and my parents called us upstairs to eat, I was the second to last person up the stairs to grab my slice. As I went up the stairs, a childhood friend of mine kicked over a soda as he ran. I didn’t say anything, I assumed he would clean it up before he ate. The can was nearly empty, and it wasn’t a big deal. When we came back downstairs full of more soda and pizza, I saw the spill was still there. I knew who did it, but the other kids asked, “How did that happen?” Another kid said it was a ghost, and without question, I confirmed my house was haunted. Throughout elementary school, my house was known as the haunted house. It legitimately scared some kids, and I fed into their belief in the paranormal.