Scary stories: Part 1 The ghost I hate the most

At Camp Horror, the kids gathered around as it turned Midnight. The camp counselor sat on the bench next to a couple other counselors. “Ok kids! Tonight, the campers tell the stories!”, One of the counselors said. The kids all exclaimed in excitement. “Starting with...”, The camp counselor began.

"Maximus!", she said. "It's Max!", the gothic kid shouted. "I mean...Please call me Max", he said, going back to a chill voice. "Ok. Fine here's my story", He began. "It's called the Ghost I Hate the Most", Max began as the fire crackled loudly.

"The date was June 28th, 1996, and Silas Memento was having an off day. It started with his dad being "Odd". In the morning Silas asked why there was no breakfast, and his dad told him to get a bowl of cereal. Which if you knew Mr.Memento, you would understand why that was weird. After that, Silas headed up to his room. When he came back out, his father was gone without a trace. Again unusual for Silas' father. His mother said his father had gone to the store. Except Silas knew of nobody he had ever been in a 10 feet radius of who went to the grocery store for 10 hours straight. Silas thought he could wash away his off day with sleep, but when he woke up neither his father nor his mother were there. There was a note on the refrigerator that said "Sorry for going, have to take care of something-Love, Mom". Silas drifted through the rest of the day. After he climbed into bed at 10:00, he heard a sound of footsteps downstairs. He assumed it was one of his parents and fell asleep. The next morning, Silas found neither of his parents downstairs, again. As he came down the stairs, he reverted behind the wall after the events I am about to list. He began clacking quietly down the stairs. He then saw a man dragging a body across the floor. He hid behind the wall as the man passed him. He then ran for dear life, fast enough to win the Olympics. He ran outside, over to the neighbors house to use the phone. The man who was dragging the body answered your phone. Now that he saw the mans face he realized it was his dad. His mom was laying on the floor, being the body that his father dragged. She stood up and creepily smiled as they stepped closer each step in unison. "Why are you scared, Silas?", they said. "You can join us". "No!", Silas pleaded as he stepped back and began to run away. Again, he ran as fast as possible, as the breath of death washed over him. If you looked at that lawn that morning, you would not see is parents or even him. You would see nothing, because without knowing it, Silas was already dragged into his parents spirit like world. As he ran out of speed and fell on the lawn in this ghostly world, his eyes shut off. Black. He was never seen again!", Max scared everyone by the campfire. After quite a few seconds, the woman counselor spoke "Next...Bree!", she said pointing at the cheery, red headed little girl who was the age of 10. "Ok", she spoke, shivering off the previous story. "Ready?".