I stormed into my old room. It looked like I hadn`t even died. My laptop on the desk, papers on the windowsill, bed unmade.

I crawled under the bed and retrived a pink folder. I opened it and flipped through it`s contents. Andy lived on the corner of Cherry Drive and Winnabego Avenue. I floated through the window and made my way to his house.
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I went through the bedroom door and saw Andy sleeping in his boxers in his computer chair. I slowly walked over to him and poked him. It was kinda stupid but I`d read in a book that when ghost`s touched you, you`d get cold. It didn't seem to bother him so I looked around in his closet. I practically tore it apart.

When I saw the loose floorboard. I pried it away and gingerly put in my hand. My fingers felt a small, smooth box. I pulled it out and opened it. There was a little notebook. As I read the entries I couldn`t believe it. " Andy! Oh......why!?"

TO BE CONTINUED.....