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As I turned around to run out of my room I heard a

boyish voice behind me that said, “Hello, tall
person." I turned around and saw nothing.

I muttered, "Hi, somebody," in a quivering voice,

too scared to say anything else. The voice then said

"I am not a person. I am a ghost".

"I don’t believe in ghosts”, I said. I began to get

scared again but was a little curious and shocked

because the ghost sounded like a young boy of my

age. Although I couldn’t see him I felt a little sorry

for him. Then suddenly, he said, "I know you pity
me. I can read your emotions. I am ten years old.

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