Scary story collection by Hazel Year 9
The Farmhouse When my sister and I were kids our family lived for a while in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the garden, but our favourite thing was the ghost. We called her mother because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings my sister and I would wake up to cups that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there - worried we would get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house’s original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall in the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied with watching TV or playing a game, mother would inch that chair forward across the room towards us. Sometimes she would manage to move it to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, after we moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the house’s original occupant,