Real ghost tales - By Carrie McGowan

This is a real ghost tale that happens to me. It was late December. Everwhere was covered in snow and ice. No one had been outside yet. The snow lay untouched freshly fallen on the ground. Lisa, a little girl was outside in the snow, watching it fall and laughing when on fell on her nose. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Lisa turned around and saw no one, so she carried on looking up at the grey cloud of soft snow. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Again she turned around and again there was no one. Than she saw them. The footprints. Large boot shaped footprints fresh on the frozen grounds. She looked around but could’nt see anyone. Crunch, crunch, crunch. She’d has enough. Scared, she ran towards her house but found she could’nt move. Directly in front of her where a pair of big boot shaped footprints.