OKay, so there is my mom's old house in my backyard, rite? Well i was in there searching for something to put in my room when it got really cold, like snowing cold, and it was July. So I turned to see if maybe a window had cracked or i'd left the door open, thinking maybe it was some weird breeze. When i turned around there was an 18 year old boy in British army clothes sitting on a chair, and he was (no pun intended) white as a ghost, sorta glowing blueish. he looked at me and smiled, the turned his head towards my backyard. I walked over and held out my hand, wondering if he'd dissappear. Instead, he picked a coin off the ground and dropped it in my hand. It was a dull brown and had the words "Army, Gun Man." Suddenly it dissapeared. The door swung open and i looked that way, when i turned around he was gone.
The next day i went looking for him, and sat in the spot he'd been sitting. about 30 minutes passed and i almost gave up, until i began to shiver violenly. I stood up and spun around and wat do u kno? there he was. He looked me in the eyes, as if he could see my soul through them. He stood up and solutted me. then i heard something like, "Hello. I'm Timmothy."
Yay! my very own ghost friend! whee i've been visiting him for a while now and he's really nice!
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