Haunted

Some people swore that the house was haunted, I thought otherwise. It was just an old house that creaked and groaned, filled with nothing but dust, cobwebs, and old furniture. Everyone says they’ve either seen or heard the ghost. The ghost of a teenage boy who died in that house. How he died? Well that’s a mystery. Was the body ever found? At first yes, but then it disappeared. It’s either somewhere in the old 3 story house, or it could possibly be at the bottom of a river. I on the other hand, don’t believe any of it. It’s just a story for people to make up when they have nothing else to do in their boring, anti-social lives. My friends though, wanting to prove me wrong, decided I would stay the night in the old, creaky house for the next two nights. I of course, agreed. When there’s a chance to prove that this town is full of idiots and there’s no such things as ghosts, I’m going to take it.
“Ok here’s the deal, for the next two days you’re going to spend the night in the old house,” my friend Sam says,” no excuses and no leaving for the next two days.”
She hands me my backpack which is filled with clothes and food.
“By the end of the night, you’ll definitely know that there is a ghost,” my other friend Alex tells me with a smirk on his face.
It was already seven o’ clock. With one last look at my friends, I walk on up to the door.
I turn around,” Trust me, there’s nothing in there but dust and dirt.” I walk inside and close the door leaving myself in there for the next two days.
It was boring actually. The only entertainment I had was drawing funny stick figures in the inch of dust that covered the floor. After I got bored with that, I decided to explore the house. It took me two hours because I didn’t spend much time in each room. There were at least ten bedrooms, five bathrooms, an attic, a basement, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and one of those dumbwaiter things or whatever. I sat there munching on my granola bar when I heard a loud thump on the second floor. I slowly got up trying not to make a sound. I made my way slowly up the staircase and towards the sound. It leads me to a room at the end of the hall. Apparently one that I missed when exploring. Opening the door my eyes go wide. In the middle of the room there was a boy about my age hanging in midair trying to get on the chair, but only hitting the end of it making a thumping noise. I blink and the image is gone. I shake my head. Obviously the lack of sleep is getting to me. I head back downstairs and sit back down. By now it’s almost 10:00 pm. I lay down to sleep and close to 10 min later I hear a sound. Sort of a scuffling sound.
“Hello,” I call loudly,” Is anybody there?”
I shake my head. Yeah, if someone wants to scare me there really going to yell “Yeah I’m in the kitchen, want a sandwich?” The noise stops and I lay down figuring I was dreaming. I hear it again and open my eyes to see a pale white teenage boy staring at me. He was transparent. He had a rope burn around his neck and his mouth was open in a silent scream. I scream loudly and run out of the house. My friends were right. There is a ghost, and nothing was ever the same again after that.