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A childhood belief about ghosts

In kindergarten, after school, I used to hang out with some " cool, grown-up," fifth graders, Roxy and George.Being six years old, naive and superstitious, (sp?) I believed in a ghost they told me about, Marley.Marley was a headless clown-ghost in chains who ate brunettes.I WAS A BRUNETTE! Roxy was a brunette too, and she told me we would be safe on the slide, because Marley was afraid of yellow.George, the blond "dare devil' would get on top of the jungle gym and chant "Marley is coming!Marley is coming!" in a most somber voice.After a while, he would tell Roxy and I that Marley was on my lap, or in the playgroung swings beside us.
Little did I know that George was best friends with my best friend's ( Ashley) brother, who was an evil goth to me.After school one day, I was at ashley's house, playing with barbies.I had just told her all about Marley, when we heard a jingling sound , ( The jingling sound was the metal chains, spikes etc. on her brother's pants.) We heard I deep, moaning sound, so we hid under the bed. We saw a clown wig and attatched mask clovered in paint or ketchup and screamed our heads off!
Then ashley's big bro snuck up behing us and moaned.We screeched bloody murder! I was so scared I peed all over the carpet!

— Elizabeth Anderson

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