Hello. My name is Alfred. I can’t fall asleep. I am lying in bed. My parents just said goodnight to me and checked under my bed. You might be asking why they checked under my bed. Yes, I am scared of ghosts. I am thinking about how my parents seem to be acting weirdly. I think they might be hiding something from me.
Ah that was a very nice night sleep. In a very faint voice I am hearing, “I think we should tell Alfred.”
“I agree.” I slowly step downstairs. My parents are sitting at the table.
“Alfred, we need to talk to you about something,” said my mom.
“Um… how do we explain this?”
“Alfred, Honey, you are dead. Our family is ghosts.”