I had one I still remember from being in elementary school. I had been borrowing some childrens mystery books from one of my teachers and I think this is where it came from.



Here it is:



I was in my old house, on Nevada. I had a chicken leg, and I started beating it against the inside of a toilet bowl. It was some sort of ritual to do something. It worked apparently, because Dad called me outside to the front porch. It was night. I looked up and there were hundreds of ghosts flying across the sky. They looked like childrens versions of ghosts: white sheet, holes for eyes and mouths, except they didn't look like sheets. It was breathtaking. I still remember the sight of them.




Do you remember any? If so, post them!