“Hello?” I said. “Who’s there? I was in my room and I had heard a noise. Then I heard a strange laughter coming up the stairs from the kitchen. Oh no! It must be a ghost. I hid under the covers. It must here to haunt me for all the bad deeds I have done. I thought of all the stories I had heard about ghosts: pale white faces, wide eyes. I thought about what I would do. Finally decided that I should creep downstairs and see who or what it was. Slowly I tiptoed downstairs and into the kitchen. I was so cross when I saw that it was only my sister.