It was the dead of the night, black and silent. I was laying in my bed, when i heard a noise from the hallway. I sat up straight, heart beating because im such a coward when it comes to noises in the middle of the night. Long drags of old chains filled the silence, sending shivers down my spine.

Then i heard a ghostly groan.

My eyes widen, and i was scared shitless. All i wanted to do was sleep but now i have to deal with this. I wrap my blanket around me, as if it would help me any at all and attempt to be as still as possible. My heart was about to burst when it approached my door..

It was a ghost of a man, blue and dead. Old torn clothes and long chains drooping from his arms. Messy floaty hair and tired eyes staring right into my hazel ones.

He lifted his arm, and pointed his finger at me with a raspy dead tone saying;

"You did this."