The chair

There was once a boy name Stark. He liked to read. One day, his mother bought him a chair it was blue chair that was kind of big. Stark would usually sit there to read his favourite book: The haunted chair. One night, when he was going down stairs to do his revision, he couldn’t find his chair. “Mom, have you seen my chair?” Asked Stark. “No dear. Ask your father, maybe he knows.” Answered his mom. Stark ran to see his father “Dad have you seen my chair?” Asked Stark. “No dear.” Answered his father. Stark went searching for his chair. He searched the whole house except the storeroom. After he searched the whole house except the storeroom, he said to himself “Maybe it is in the storeroom.” When he went into the storeroom, he saw his chair but, there was someone sitting on it. “Who are you?” Asked Stark in a stammered voice. The ‘thing’ on the chair turned his head around. It was a boy. “My name is Jimmy. And I know why you came here for.” Said Jimmy. “For what? Questioned Stark to see if he knew. “For your chair. But, before I give it back to you, do you want to know a secret?” Asked Jimmy. “Yes please!” Said Stark. “Come here.” Demanded Jimmy. Stark went to Jimmy’s ear. Jimmy whispered “I’m a ghost not a boy.” After Jimmy said that, the storeroom door closed shut. “Mom, dad get me out!!” Shouted Stark while crying. “Don’t worry Stark, you will be like us.” Said Jimmy. Jimmy opened the lights. Stark saw many skeletons of children. Jimmy went close to Stark and bit him. THE END. Muahaha!!