The Vanishing Boston Terrier

I was 18 at the time. Moe was a typical boston terrier, medium build. google eyes big brown and understanding. He was given to us as a last resort. I saw him around the age of nine my parents meet me at my bus stop and said we had a new dog, but it might only be temporary.  Any way Moe was a good dog.  near the end he got sick and passed away in my room with me there. Sounds crazy but me and Moe had an understanding and I loved him so.

I missed him and hated to be alone in my room because I felt like he was there. I knew it was him because I didnt have my two cats at the time. We had no animals and it broke my parents heart so we had to lay off the pets for a while.

so the story goes I was packing my bags for church camp, Moe used to sleep all the time on my parents bed. So my suitcase was open on thier bed. I turned away to answer a phone call, wrong number, I put the phone down and as I looked at the bed there was Moe, lying on the bed like he always did. He always laid on the edge of the bed. I blinked and he was gone. It shook me up pretty bad cause I knew Moe had passed on.

It was a hard reality to accept when Moe died because he was apart of my child hood, I was an only child and relied on Moe and Goldie our older pug for companionship. Moe was such a sweet dog. He was buried near my room by choice because I was the one he loved so much.

So this story is kind of in memory of sweet Moe.

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My School Is Haunted

My name is Nina, a few years ago when I was 10, I went to a school in the Philippines. The first few days were fine and I made friends. Me and my best friend Teresa were walking when I overheard some girls chatting about something. The words 'ghost' and 'haunted' caught my attention, so we went and listened.

My classmates were talking about ghost sightings. Especially since the school used to be a cemetery. There were quite a few spirits scattered around the school.

One was the tree spirit. It took form of an old tree that when disturbed, either by loud noise or misbehavior causing it disturbance. It is said that when it identifies you (by the ID) it will look for a chance to suck your spirit in and transform you into a part of it, whether it be a new leaf or branch. Which was the reason why some from the school wore their IDs backwards or not at all.

Another was the spirit of the stone. It stood out of the stone path because of it's red color and heart shape(very ironic). When disturbed (stepped on) it possesses the nearest living being, unfortunately, it was me. I didn't see it in my rush to get home and went on with my usual routine. It wasn't until night that I found out. And the night after that and so on. The spirit is said to 'filter' your dreams, taking the good ones out and the bad ones in. Every night I experienced those nightmares and felt the pulling feeling in my back. At long last, they stopped. I guess 'it' didn't want to join me halfway across the island.

The last I remember, were the spirits of the auditorium. They inhabited the auditorium(duh). There were three of them, one dressed in white, another in black and the last in red. When entering the auditorium alone, one of these 'sisters' will attack you. The one in red is said to burn you alive. The one in black melted you into the ground and the one in white would chop you up. Thankfully, I have never met these ghosts. But an unlucky batch did.

Thankfully, at twelve years I no longer believe in these 'spirits' but thought fans of the paranormal might like to hear about it.

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