I stared out at the long apartment who some people believe alot have died there. I knew that soon enough, that apartment would be my home. So, i took a walk to the park early that day and just played for about 30 or 20 minuets to get it off my mind. Then, i moved there. It sucked. For my bedroom, it use to be a dining room. So, it was connect to the kitched which meant, i had no bedroom door. So anyways. I come home from school and my sister just got done telling my mom about this person in her school knew someone who died there. I was afraid. Is there ghosts living here? Well... Is there? And a few days later, i heard a story. I thought i heard my name as i was sleeping on the couch this person said. Mom, is he lieing? I asked. I don't know. And two weeks after that, the same person -Not saying any names- said that when he got up for work at 6:00 to shave in the bathroom, he saw a little girl in a white dress running across the kitchen. ( Bathroom was also connect to the kitchen) And so ever since, i've been afraid. I asked my friend and he told me My dad's friend died there and i frowned and sighed. Yeah right. I replied. Seirously. He replied. I frowned as i poked my food on the tray at school. Geez. Everyone says alot of people have died there. I told him. Well, maybe it is true Emily. That building is im sure over 100 years old. Or is 100. He replied. It is probably 101 or 100. And, i live there. So i know how old that building is. It IS 100 years old. I said. I finally ate as lunch ended and recess began. I could hardly play. I grabbed a basketball (so did my friend) and i brought it to the blacktop and sat on it to think. I zoned out obviously, Because my eyes wouldn't blink and i was focused on the ground. I always zone out when i think. Hello? Hello? My friend asked as he moved his hand over my eyes and started to laugh. Huh? What where? I asked laughing. Oh. I zoned out again. He nodded. Ya think? He smiled at me. And i am sorry. But i wish not to tell anymore about what happaned.