This is real. Well, the CHARACTERS aren't real, but the strange happening was. As I type, my friend Kieran/chocopockyninja if feeding my information on his ghost story. This happened to him while we were talking on Meebo chat, so beware...
I giggled slightly, but continued typing. Duncan stood behind me and the computer pouring coffee. It was night time here at the collage, and me and Duncan like to come down stairs at around 11:00 pm to watch TV and eat stuff we can't during the day.
"Who are you talking to?" He asked as he sat down next to me on a brown stool.
"My friend chocopockyninja on Fanpop. In real life, he's me and my sister Lucy's friend Kieran... we hang out a lot. Right now he's at his Dad's house." I answered smiling. Duncan stayed silent, and watched our conversation. Suddenly, both of our eyes widened and met the computer screen and we saw the message being written;
"... Oh shit... I saw swear, there's a child sitting on my Dad's porch..."
"What does that mean?" Duncan asked me holding my arm in fear. I felt goose-bumps down my arm, not only from the horrific message being typed, but the feel of Duncan holding my arm.
"I-I don't know..."
"Well, what should we do?"
"I don't know!"
More messages began to appear on the screen;
"...It's gone now. I saw it though! It was black... not african american, but black. All black... like a shadow..."
I felt small tears roll out of my eyes.
"Sofie, are there shadow people here?" Duncan asked me, now sitting on the same chair as me. I stayed still, staring at the screen.
"... Why should there be? Nothing bad happened here, why would things want to haunt us?" I replied. Then all was silent, even the screen.
"... I JUST SAW SOMETHING MOVE!... Sofie, there's foot steps! Two rooms behind me! My Dad's asleep! :'( I'M SCARED!!"
"Duncan, Kieran's gonna die!" I screamed. He hugged me but covered my mouth.
"Shush! Don't make any commotion..." He told me sternly but quietly. I nodded but couldn't keep my mouth closed while raspy breaths escaped my lips.
"Sofie, I'll be back in about 30 or 40 minutes, I'm going to investigate. If I'm not back, call. Call anyone. I don't care who, but send them to my house."
With more huge tears dripping onto the keyboard, I began to type, "Don't say that Keiran," but we both abruptly heard a crash, and we swallowed by darkness.