The rolling ball
they saw Rachel’s small blue ball rolling back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth, and then Stopping. Poor Rachel screamed. “Ghost! Ghost!”
It was early morning, and 4 year old Hazel was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying her French toast when she heard something. “What was dat, Mommy?” She asked. “Oh probably nothing, Sweetheart." her mom replied. “Don't worry.” But then, a few minutes later, there it was again. A low rumbling coming from the living room. That time, everyone heard it, and they all looked. To their surprise, they saw Rachel’s small blue ball rolling back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth, and then Stopping. Poor Rachel screamed. “Ghost! Ghost!”