Short story final copy peter wood

The phone was ringing, it was midnight I was alone in the big house I bought yesterday, I went to get the phone and‌Oh, besides my name is Kythe Ross. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, what a strange name. Let’s not talk about it and let's get this book started.

It all started yesterday when I just moved in to this big, old house that wasn't worth a lot of money so I bought it at a good price.

As I was saying, it was midnight, the phone was ringing, so I got out of bed and picked the phone up but no one answered so I went back to bed. The bed was not how I left it, it was all organized, but I just was too tired to care. I went back to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I found some coffins inside a cubard. There were twelve coffins. They all had names on. I opened the coffins and I saw that the bodies had been shot. I looked up the names on Google, and I found out that during the war these people were killed whilst they slept.

I looked out of the window and I saw some people in front of my house. I went down to them and told them to move, but they didn't want to move. I asked the lady next door to help me get them away, but when she came she said they were not there and she went back to her house. I asked my other neighbors, but they could not see them either. Then I went back to my house. Suddenly, these two policeman that looked like Nazis entered my house and said something like, "Kill them," but in German, so I ran away to the living room. The living room was full of ghosts of the dead bodies I'd found earlier. I told the ghosts that the policemen had arrived and they all hid in a hole in the wall. Without protesting I went with them and closed the door with the key and waited for the shooting to stop.

After the shooting had stopped I looked outside the window and I saw the Nazis calling others and suddenly there was a whole army. I told the ghosts that we needed a way to get them away, and because the ghosts were perfect actors they decided to dress up as Nazi captains and they ordered the Nazis to leave.

That night we partied and I told the ghosts what year it was. They did not believe it so I got the newspaper and showed them what year it was. I even told them that they died in the

night because nazis came in their house, and that the owner hid their bodies in a cuboard. Once they realized that they were dead they could go to heaven, but they decided to stay here because they liked the house.

Epilogue Years later when I was old, a guy named Phil came to buy my house. I told him that when I died it would be his. Phil moved in the day after my death. That night at midnight the phone rang, Phil picked it up but no one answered. He went back to bed and the bed was all organized, but Phil was too tired to care. He went back to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning Phil found some coffins inside a cubard. There were thirteen coffins.

The end