The Uninvited Guest Essay, Research Paper

My name is Chris Smyth. I am short, about 5 feet, black hair, with a blue eye and a brown eye, and I have a tan on my arms only. Everything always goes wrong for me. For example, I have glasses, hearing aids, braces, asthma, I am overweight, I don?t do to good in school, and I only have one friend: Lisa Johnson.

Lisa has green eyes, and blonde hair. She is smart, has a great sense of humour, and has lots of friends. She is about 5 feet and 6 inches tall. I don?t know why she likes me. Maybe it?s because I live next door or maybe it?s because of the adventure we had last summer.

It all began like this………….

Last summer I moved into the town of Springfield. She saw the moving truck and came over to greet us.

?Need a hand?? she asked me.

?Not really, but if you want to help you can.? I answered.

?Hi! I?m Lisa Johnson. I live next door.? she told me.

?Hi! I?m Chris Smyth. I, well, live here, now? I said nervously. I never talked to a girl my age before.

?Did you hear the stories about your house yet?? she questioned.

?What stories?? I said. ?Maybe they are good stories? I thought, But I was wrong, really, really wrong.

?The stories about the ghosts in your house and how they got there.? she told me.

?No, do you want to tell me about?? I said.

I couldn?t believe I said that. She will not tell me them.

?Sure.? she started, ?It all began in 1883, when a young university student lived here. Her name was Donna Kelly and she had a box full of 100 dollar bills. She had a boyfriend called Steve Blair, but Steve didn?t care about her. He wanted the money. Then one night after they came back from a date, Steve poisoned her and hid the box of bills. He went to jail for the rest of his life. Nobody ever found the box of bills, and now Donna?s ghost is said to come out at night looking for her box of bills, and the only way that you can get rid of her ghost is by finding the box.?

?So that?s why we got this big house so cheap.? I said, amazed, ? Maybe I?ll find the box.?

?Good luck! Over 500 people looked for it and couldn?t find it. What makes you think that you?ll find it?? she asked

? I don?t know how, but I know I?ll find it! Do you want to help me?? I challenged.

?Ok, it could be fun. I?ll see you tomorrow.?

?See you.? I said as I went home to help my family to unpack. Inside, my dad and my mom were put boxes in rooms.

?Where?s my room?? I asked mom. My mom is 6 feet tall, blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She has reading glasses around her neck.

?It?s upstairs at the end of the hall. If you?re going upstairs take this box.? mom told me.

?Sure? I said as I grabbed the box and went upstairs.

I opened the door to my room and saw that it was huge. My bed was already there, and there were ten boxes beside it. I put the one I had on my bed and opened it. It was full with my stamp albums.

I opened one that was big. Inside the box were the shelves. I mount them together and put them against the walls. I continued to unpack

At dinner, I told my parents about Lisa and the ghost.

?She is just making it up so you get scared? my mom said as she ate some beef.

?Maybe it?s true, honey. That does explain how we got this huge house so cheap.? My dad said as he gobbled up some rice. My dad was overweight, too. he had brown eyes and brown hair.

?That ?s what I told her.? I said to my parents as I drank some fruitopia.

?Just don?t let it worry you.? dad said.

?It?s probably a fake story.? mom answered.

?May I leave the table please?? I asked.

?Sure, son. You should get some sleep. You had a long day.? my dad suggested.

?OK? I said as I went upstairs to get ready for bed.

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Suddenly I woke up. Looked at my watch and pressed the indigo button and I saw that it was 11:54 pm. I started to go back to sleep when I heard it.

?I must find my box. Please, someone help me find my box.?

I didn?t know what it was so I decided to investigate. I walked downstairs and then I saw it.

It was the ghost of Donna Kelly. It turned to me and said:

?Can you find my box? Please, find my box. Help me!?

?AAAAHHHH!!!!? I yelled as I zoomed up the stairs into my parents bedroom. ?Mom! Dad! The ghost is real! Lisa was right!?

?Come on, Chris. It?s midnight.? mom said ?Go back to sleep!?

?Can I sleep with you?? I asked.

?Ok you get your sleeping bag.? my dad said half a sleep.

?Thanks, dad.? I said as I when to my room to get my sleeping bag.

In the morning, I put on a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, and I ran over to Lisa?s house and rang the bell. A old woman about 6 feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes, answers the door.

?Hi, is Lisa home?? I asked.

?One moment please.? she said as she yelled to Lisa. The woman left and Lisa came to the door wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt.

?Hey! What?s up?? she asked.

?I saw her!? I said.

?Who?? she asked puzzled.

?Donna Kelly?s ghost! I saw her last night.? I said really fast.

?What did she say?? Lisa questioned.

?Well first she said ?I must find my box. Please, someone help me find my box.? and then she looked at me and said Can you find my box? Please, find my box. Help me!? then I zoomed upstairs.?

?Can I sleep at your house today?? she asked out of the blue.

?What, why?? I asked puzzled.

?So we can talk to her.? she said with a big smile on her face.

?You?re crazy but ok I?ll do it.? I answered.

?See you tonight, at about 8:30 pm.? She said.

?OK, bye!? I said as I started back home. I had a lot of unpacking to do before she came over. I spent the rest of the day unpacking stuff.

At 8:30 pm, Lisa rang the door bell. I opened it and said ?Hey, Lisa!?

?Hey, Chris!? she said as she came in. I showed her to my room where she could put her bag. I showed her around my house then we went upstairs to watch the Simpson until 10:00 pm; then we went to sleep. I went to sleep in my sleeping bag and she went to sleep in my bed.

?Chris? Wake up, Chris.? Lisa said when she woke me up.

?Just 5 more minutes, mom? I said still asleep.

?Chris, Donna?s here.? she whispered.

? Huh..Let?s go? I said as I jumped out of my sleeping bag.

We slowly made it downstairs. There she was. Walking around and saying ?Please get me my box. I need my box. Please. Give me my box.?

?Hey, Donna!? Lisa said.

Donna turned and looked at her and said: ?Can you give me my box??

?Where is it?? Lisa said. I could tell that she was scared of the ghost.

?Outside, in the park, under the oak tree, the one with a heart on the trunk. It is 2 feet down.? Donna responded.

?We will get it tomorrow.? I said bravely. After I said that Donna?s ghost turned around and quietly walk back into the basement. As we went up the stairs Lisa said:

?Part one is done, now on to part two.?

In the morning, me and Lisa woke up at 8:00 am got dressed, ate breakfast grabbed some shovels, and headed out to the park. The park was like all the other parks but this one had a back way through some woods. Lisa and I went by the woods because it was faster. Once we reached the park, we saw ten oak trees.

?Well, she could have been more specific.? I said.

?It?s only 9:30, we can dig up all the trees if we need to.? Lisa said as she walked over to a tree, ?I?ll take these five, and you take those five. I will make it easier.?

?All we have to do is look for the heart.? I told her as I started running around the trees.

?I found it !? Lisa yelled.

?Me, too? I yelled back.

?What does yours say?? she screamed back at me.

?It says ?True love forever! D.K.?? I said, ?What does yours says??

?Mine says ?H.S. + M.B. = LOVE??she said. ?Yours is the right one.?

?Don?t bet on it.? I said as I walked over.

?Why not?? she asked.

?It?s not that tree because? I started to explain ?if you killed your boyfriend and stole all his money would you put under a tree that says ?True love forever!? with your boyfriends initials? No, of course not. You see that?s why.?

?Ok, let?s start digging.?she said as she grabbed a shovel.

I grabbed the other shovel and also started to dig. It took us about 30 minutes to reach the box. We then started to pull it out. Once it was out, we put back all the dirt and went home.Once we arrived home I yelled to my mom:

?Mom, mom! Look what we found. I told you the story was real. I was right and you were wrong!? I shouted.

?What?s all the yelling about?? My dad said as he came down the stairs.

?The kids found the box full of 100 dollar bills.? my mom said,?Wow! Now what are you kids going to do??

?We?re going to wait until midnight,? Lisa told my parents, ?and then we?ll give the box back to the ghost.?

?Let?s on put it upstairs in my room.? I said as we ran upstairs. We put the box in my room and then we watched TV and play on my computer for the rest of the day.

? Are we going to sleep or are we going to stay up?? I asked.

?Stay up because if we go to sleep we might miss her.? Lisa answered. We stayed up until midnight.

?Get the box it?s time.? I said.

Lisa ran into my room and grabbed the box. We went downstairs and there was Donna.

?Do you have it?? Donna asked.

?Right here!? Lisa said as she threw the box over to Donna.

?Finally,?Donna said as she opened the box, ?What the heck is this??Donna threw the box at me.

?My box of comics.? I said and turned to Lisa, ?You grabbed the wrong box! Get the right one.? Lisa zoomed upstairs and came back downstairs with another box in a flash.

?Here you go? Lisa said as she tried to catch her breath. Donna opened the box. She looked at us and said:

?Thank you, kids. I won?t bother you any more.? then Donna?s ghost faded away.

?Let?s go get some sleep.? I said as we went upstairs.

In the morning, Lisa went back to her house and we have been best friends ever since. No one ever saw Donna?s ghost again.

?AAAAHHHH!!!! A ghost!? Someone screamed. Oh no! Here we go again………….