Never before had I considered befriending a ghost until my friend disappeared that night. When we went to a birthday party, my friend said, “Oh I forgot my phone in the car. Let me go grab it.” So I watched them walk to the car after which I turned my head away, so I could keep on talking with my friends. After a few minutes, I got concerned about how long they were talking, so I went outside to look for them. But when I got there, I saw the door open, scratch marks, and a photo of her being taken by Crocs. Now my friend’s birthday party had turned into a search party looking for my fried chicken. During the search, I found the jackpot of fried chicken. Then everyone started eating it until people started taking the bones out they were human bones. Then I found out that they were eating my friend. I then called the police and now they’re all in court for cannibalism of human fried chicken. Now they’re gonna be in jail for the rest of their lives! As days passed, I couldn’t stop thinking that something or someone was watching me. Late at night, I started to hear whispers that were really quiet at first but started growing louder and clearer. One night, I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling when I heard my friend’s voice. “Help me,” she said.
My heart started to beat really fast. It had to be a dream, I thought. But the voice asked me for help night after night. Determined to find the truth, I started investigating on my own. I went back to the place where my friend had her birthday party and where my best friend had disappeared. As I looked through the area, I saw an old, abandoned house nearby. The people that lived around there said it was haunted, but I wasn’t scared of it. If there was any chance my friend’s ghost was there, I had to find out. With a flashlight in hand, I ran into the haunted house. Dust floated in the air, and the floorboards creaked. As I got inside, I felt something go through me. In the light I saw her: my best friend as a ghost standing at the end of the hallway.
“Why did you eat me?” she asked as I started to cry.
“I didn’t know,” I said. “I thought it was just chicken.”
“I need your help to move on,” she said. “I can’t stop until the truth is out.”
I agreed to help. Over the next few days, I looked into old newspapers, police reports, and town records. I found out that the house had a dark history. The previous owner had been a butcher who was doing dark magic. It was said that he had a way of turning the people that he took into food, making sure they would never be found. I returned to the haunted house. With my friend’s ghost guiding me along the way, I found a hidden room in the basement then I saw old journals and tools he used to turn people into fried chicken. It was clear that the butcher had indeed been behind the crazy and morbid events. I gave my findings to the police who would conduct the investigation. The townspeople were horrified after they learned of the butcher’s crimes. My ghost best friend finally found peace knowing that her story had been told. The butcher’s dark secrets were finally exposed, bringing calmness to the neighborhood. The haunted house was torn down, taking its horrors with it. Though the experience was scary, it taught me the value of friendship and the importance of seeking the truth. Never again would I take my friends for granted, and I would always remember my best friend who helped me get to the truth and become a fried chicken vegan.
