The Ghost Kid
By Craig Wilson
When the smoke clears, I find myself in a charity shop.
As usual, I have no recollection of leaving my house.
I'm sorting through donations upstairs in the shop.
A young child is playing with the toys in a tiny box.
I direct the child to return downstairs to their parent.
The child laughs and they vanish before my eyes.
I dash downstairs to inform my boss of the incident.
My boss does not believe in ghosts. I feel so scared.
My phone alarm goes off, and I quickly awaken in bed.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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