Once upon a time it was a girl who´s name was Claire. Her perants had just past away, so she was still sad. Clarie have her own partment and live there alone. But about three weeks ago she started to hear strange noise, and it have just getting worse. In the nights she couldn´t sleep because someone pulled in the doorknob, cleaned or did something else annoying. In the morgnings when she eat breakfast, her food and cutlery were gone and when she get dressed her clothes was gone. One morning after a sleepless night Claire went to the kitchen in only her bathrobe. She made a sandwich but she couldn´t find any plate to but it on. She sigh high and think that it dosen´t matter, she can eat it anyway. The cheese smelled like an old rat. Claire put the rest of the sandwich on the table and went to get dressed. The most of her clothes was gone. This was enough, she couldn´t do it anymore. She screamed so highly that everything else became all silent.
After that day Clarie went crazy but all the annoying things kept going. She got fired on her job and none of her friends wanted to see her anymore.
One day, she didn´t want to do it anymore, she wanted to take her life. Claire lived on the 8th floor, and that were her dead. She go out on the balcony and with help from the wall she pulled her up on the railing. Clarie looked down on all the cars and suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked who it was.
- Dad? asked Claire.
The man who have a hand on her, nod and smile. On her other side stood her mom.
- Mom?
The woman smiled.
- Don´t Clarie, said her father. Don´t do it.
Her father looked serious and she looked down again.
- I have to, I can´t live with this anymore.
- What can´t you live with? asked her mother.
- With all this noise, and know i haven´t got any job anymore.
- But it have only bee us all the time, we had to take care of you, you didn´t clean or nothing, said her father.
- So it was you all this time?
- It was me and you mother. Now get down from the railing.
Her father tooked her hand and slowly Clarie get down from the railing.
- But I can´t do it!
Clarie jumped out from the balcony and that was the last time anybody saw her in life.
What a sad ghost story you have written,at least the end is really sad. You have made sure to create a feeling using many describing words and the senses. It looks like you like to write stories, am I correct?
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