My first meeting

English homework: write a ghost story, 1996.
This day I needn't to get up too early, because I didn't feel well, so my Mummy said to me, that I could stay at home. When I woke up Mummy and Daddy were already at work. My older sister wasn't at home also. I think she was somewhere with her new boyfriend. I think he is slighty curious. He is dark, nearly black. No, I'm not racist, but I think it is quite unusual -- for example he is invisible in the night... Never mind. My name is Adrian and unlike my sister I must to go to school (except today, of course). Our family lives in a smaller town in a beautiful old house. We live at the top floor, maybe because my father is very interested in heights and flying.
In our house there are several unused flats without tenants, because anybody didn't want them, and I think they are still full of many interesting things. I always wanted to explore secrets of those little bit mysterious flats, but I haven't enough courage. Maybe I can do it with a friend, but I haven't any in the house, because my father forbided it to me. But today I have a great opportunity. Because my "illness" wasn't too serious, I started preparing for my expedition.
Before I come out of the door, I look round very carefully, becouse it could be very embarrassing if somebody caught me. Everything was OK, so I got start on my journey. I ran at terminal velocity through a dark corridor down the stairs. I was directed to a door of one abandoned flat. I went through the door into the flat. I was absolutely fascinated. The flat was full of old furniture and all sorts of things. Everything was covered with webs. I went to the next room and then I saw two boys standing in front of some macabre painting.
"I am very lucky, that our parents went to the theatre. We can make big discoveries here", said the first.
"Of course", said the second, "I hope they will not be back too early. Because..."
"Spectre!!!", screamed first.
I started looking for a spectre, but I couldn't find it.
"Spectre! Help me (anybody)!", shouted both.
I looked at boys and their eyes were fixed on me!
What? What did he say? Spectre?
"Hey, I'm not a spectre!", said I.
"Ghost! Help me (anyway)!", shrieked both again.
"So what? I am. And I am proud of it!"
The ran away. Dolts! It made no sense to continue exploriring. I want back home. I didn't say anybody about my new experience.
Our family lives in a smaller town in a beautiful old house. We live at the top floor, maybe because my father is very interested in heights and flying. This week he won a prize in "Ghost altitude speed races". Mother baked Dead man's little heads. Maybe I'll have an uncle. My sister is in a big love. And my mother is baking Dead man's little heads.