In our town everyone knows each other. For the most part, everyone is friendly. Except at house 29. People always try to investigate but always go missing. We were a town of hundred, but now eighty. I always hear reports of strange things going on there. For example, a horrid screeching sound, or scratches on the door that sound Iike nails on a chalkboard. I wonder why everyone is so scared? It’s not strange at all. Maybe it’s your normal seven year old and her cat. Then I realize why I’m not afraid. Maybe because I’m the ghost at house 29.