“Well, there’s a few.” Jack said as they walked along a small bridge, him holding her arm to stop her from falling in. “We, we did our research of the area and there was a fire in a family home that used to be where Gail’s field was. Our guess, is, is they latched onto the new home when it was being built. They mostly open and close doors when th-they’re bored. Or open drawers and leave them open.
But I have seen one, though that was a long time a-ago.’
“Oh wow,” she breathed, listening intently to his story, sticking close to his side. “Y-You saw one?! W-What happened?!”
“Well. I was nine, at the time. I woke up, in the middle of the night… and there he was.” Jack holds a hand up. “A man. A tall man, in a drooping h-hat and big jacket. H-he was stood at the e-end of my bed. Just s-standing there. I w-was so sc-scared I couldn’t scream. Then he just… just faded away.”
Jack Maple 