Ethan Plummer
Ms. Kotich
ELA 5
13 December 2017
Eb’s friend Marco was dead. Did Eb know how he died? Of course not. He and Eb were friends for many years, but they way Marco died was much more unsuspecting and sinister that Eb could’ve imagined.
Marco was sixteen when he died. He had been communicating with a friend he met online but had never met in person. He had finally talked of meeting him and went to go visit him an hour’s drive away. That was the last time I ever saw Marco alive. Marco had died from a wound to his head. As it had turned out, the friend he had met online was really a foe in disguise. He was too late to learn to be cautious online.
Marco’s death had little influence of what Eb did on his phone. Nothing could scare
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To say that he was not startled was ridiculous. He had really thought that Marco was right in front of him, and he longed to be able to talk to Marco again.
He went to go check around his apartment. Living room, bedroom, kitchen. They all seemed normal. Nobody under the table, or nobody under the sofa. Nobody under the bed, nobody in the closet.
Satisfied that he was safe, he closed his door and locked himself in. He took off his coat, put dinner on the stove, and sat down again. He looked at the old bell above his couch, and he saw Marco’s face again.
Then suddenly, as if all in a chorus, all the bells in his house started ringing until Eb could not handle himself. He covered his ears and yelled, “Gah!”
He then heard a new sound. It sounded like chains being dragged across the ground.
His door flew open with a booming sound, and then he heard the noise much louder, on the floor below, then coming up the stairs, then coming straight towards his living room door.
``I won’t believe it,'' said Eb.
Eb’s face turned green when, without a pause, a ghost came on through the heavy door, and passed into the room before his
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``In life, I was your friend, Marco Jacobs.'' Eb sat with a look of doubt on his face.
``You don't believe in me,'' The ghost observed.
``I don't,'' said Eb.
``Why do you doubt your sense that I am real?”
“Because,” Eb replied shrilly, “I know that you died seven years ago! I refuse to believe that ghosts are real!”
To this, the ghost raised an awful wail and shook its chain with such an appalling noise, that Eb had to grip his chair tightly to save himself from falling over. Eb fell to his knees and cradled his face in his hands.
``Hear me!” he cried. “Why are you bothering me?”
``Do you believe in me or not?” replied the Ghost.
``I do,'' said Eb. ``And I think I should. But why do ghosts walk the Earth, and why did you come to me?''
“It is required of every man to have the spirits within them walk beside them,” said the ghost, “I am the one that you held most dear to you Eb,”
``You were always a good friend to me,'' said Scrooge. ``Thank you!''
``You will be haunted,'' said the Ghost, ``by three spirits: The Ghost of Fake People, The Ghost of Social Media Regrets, and The Ghost of Cyberbullying.''
``Is that the chance and hope you mentioned, Marco?'' Eb