Mr. F calls me. I go to the old school.He is with a lady. She is a neighbor."Something strange is happening," she says. "There were lights in the school.""There are a lot of people in schools," he says. "That is not strange.""But I see the lights late at night. The school is not open," she says. That is strange.Mr. F and I go into the school. Mr. F is scared."There are stories about this school," he says. "They are scary stories. They are ghost stories!""There are no ghosts," I say.We hear a sound. "What's that?" asks Mr. F. I don't know.We are walking around. We see something move down the hall. It is a small light."It's a ghost," yells Mr. F.I use my flashlight. I see something.It is not a ghost. It is a woman. She has a flashlight.
