My Ghost Story

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This happened about two years ago. It really happened, but even if you don't believe me, it still makes for a good ghost story. But man, it was sooo freaky! burning_eyes My friend Robyn has this planter in her backyard that was always there since her dad and mom moved there, according to her mom. It sits on this small patch of dirt and it has no bottom. But her mom planted some tomatoes in it. Anyway, there are words painted on the side you can see. And they say: "Here lies Jeanie Anne, She danced with a fan, Until she met Fred Mann. Died approximately 1930" At first, me, Robyn, and our best friend Marissa though maybe the Fred guy killed her. Anyway one day in the fall me Marissa and Robyn were standing in Robyn's backyard. And even though there was no wind, the kiddie pool's water rippled and the toy swing swung slightly. We were conversing(really, abusing) Robyn's older brother, who isn't the nicest guy you'd happen to meet. Our conversation turned to Jeanie Anne when we noticed the swing and water moving. And just as Robyn told us of a pocketknife her dad gave her brother, a piercing girl's scream came from some houses away. It was very ominous and we scuttled back inside the house. A week later someone chased a soccer ball into the bushes of our neighborhood park and discovered the dead body of ten-year old Farrah from the next block over. Me and my friends all agreed that that scream we heard was definitely Farrah's. It was even more ominous than hearing the scream though. And we were terrified. One night me and Marissa went to Robyn's for our weekly sleepover(we had one every Friday and Saturday night). All was good, but that night as I drifted into sleep I had the creeping sensation that someone was watching me intently. But before I could open my eyes I fell into deep sleep. The next morning we were woken by Robyn's brother crashing angrily
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