The Dead and Dying.

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Mirshad Mihilar

Mrs. LaLonde

November 22, 2003

The Dead and Dying

        Formerly, I passed by an old house that had been abandoned 20 years back. Most people said there were ghosts in the house, but I believed in no such foolish beliefs. I was only 15, but I had matured enough to go out in the dark alone and I was considered one of the bravest kids in Gemstown, New Jersey. My friend, Tom, once dared me to go into the abandoned house at 11:30 in the night.

        I remember it clearly, it was Saturday night and Tom and I went to the abandoned house with some other friends. At precisely 11:25 pm I left my friends in the garden of the house and entered the house through the front door. The door creaked shut once I was inside and I started to feel a little bit scared. Then I saw by the fire place a rocking chair which was moving slightly forward and backward. I moved closer towards it and I saw an old man sitting on the chair wear off-white clothes which had been burnt from ever corner possible. I could see fire burns on his face and arms. I looked for his legs, but they were no where to be seen. I was terrified and I turned to run. Then the voice came….

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Man: Come here son….

Me: Ahh…Are you a g...gg…ghost?

Man: I guess you can say that. But please be seated so I can introduce myself.

A chair appeared beside him. I went over and sat in the chair.

Man: My name is Phillip Morgan. I believe you have heard about the brand of cigarettes called Marlboro. I was the inventor of them.

I pulled out the Marlboro pack that I had hidden in my underpants and showed it to him.

Phillip: Oh…So you smoke, my son?

Me: Ahh…Yes…I only started a few weeks ago. But I like this ...

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