At 6:30 on a Friday night, Shannon came into Michelle’s house for the sleepover.

“Michelle, where should I put all my stuff?” asked Shannon, as she carried a sleeping bag, a pillow, and a toothbrush.

“You can put all that stuff in my room, and I guess you want to see the picture, right?” replied Michelle.

“Yeah,” said Shannon.

Michelle and Shannon ran up into Michelle’s room and searched for the photo that Michelle had taken earlier.

“Where is it?” asked Shannon.

“It is here somewhere! Besides, I know I took a picture of the ghost! It must have fell onto the clubhouse floor as I ran down the ladder,” replied Michelle.

“Did you really take the picture of the ghost, Michelle?” questioned Shannon.

“Yes, I did! And please don’t break up our friendship because, then, I would have no friends,” said Michelle.

“I wouldn’t break up our friendship, Michelle! I would just be a little stubborn, that is all. Maybe that is what Heather is feeling right now,” replied Shannon.

“You’re probably right. Should we go outside now?” asked Michelle.

“Yeah,” replied Shannon.

Both of the girls ran into the back yard even though the sun’s light was gone. It was completely dark and silent.

“Michelle?” asked Shannon.

“Yeah, Shannon,” replied Michelle.

“Did you see Indians when you took the picture of the ghost?”

“Yeah, I did! Run!” said Michelle.

They ran up the ladder and immediately saw the ghost. He was transparent, but visible to anybody who came out side in that moment. Both Michelle and Shannon were terrified, but tried to hide it in front of the ghost.

“So, are you the one who took a picture of me last night?” asked the ghost, in a tone of voice that would petrify even the bravest human.

“Yes,” replied Michelle.

“Well, I have been waiting for you. You keep on interrupting me when I am in deep prayer! That, in my opinion, is a deadly crime and should be dealt with in the harshest manner!” exclaimed the ghost, who was about to kill Michelle with a sword.

“I did not know you were in there,” said Michelle, when the sword was two inches away from her face.

“Then why did you carry that flashing thingy?” asked the ghost, “And why did it copy me on this piece of paper?”

“That is a camera. It takes a picture of anything it points at,” replied Shannon.

“Well, here is the piece of paper if you want it,” said the ghost, handing Michelle the picture.

“Thank-you… What is your name?” asked Michelle.

“Jack. Jack the Loner. Pleasure to meet you and your acquaintance,” said Jack, as he put his sword down on the floor.

“Are you the pirate who got killed by the Indians?” asked Michelle, as she remembered the story she told Jennifer.

”Yes, I am. How did you know that?” replied Jack.

“I read about it in a book entitled: Ghosts and Myths,” answered Michelle.

“Uh, Michelle, we better go back inside the house,” said Shannon, as she heard Lisa’s voice in the distance.

“Right, see yeah, Jack!” said Michelle.

“See yeah, Michelle! Remember to not interrupt me when I am in deep prayer,” said Jack.

Michelle and Shannon ran back into the house after the eerie conversation between the ghost and them. Lisa, who apparently was angry, confronted them.

Lisa said, “Where were you outside?”

“In the clubhouse,” answered Michelle.

“Well, tell me these things, okay! I was worried sick!” exclaimed Lisa.

Michelle and Shannon said in comparison, “Okay,”

Both of them went into Michelle’s room to get ready for bed. Once they were all settled for bed, they began to talk for a while.

“Michelle,” said Shannon.

“Yeah, Shannon,” replied Michelle.

“I hope we can convince Heather that this is true,” said Shannon.

“Me too,” said Michelle.