• My second story is quite short, but i must say is still true even though my series is is the "fiction" category.

    So I was walking downtown in the middle of the night, in this group of ghost tour people. I hated how he kept on droning further and onwards about the history of Plymouth and some of its ghosts. So as I became bored, I started to take pictures of things I liked, like the ancient church on Lyden Street. When I developed the picture I was amazed at what I saw. I saw the church with a ghostly fire happening right on top of it. As I have found in my stories and findings and weird histories of this town, I found out that this church was almost a century old. During the existence of this stone church there once was a great fire. The fire happened to happen at night time, and during the time there was at this night, only a preist, a friend of this preist, and a few seriously religous people who prayed for extensive amounts of time.
    This fire went so high and great that it turned some of the stones black and turned the rest brown, it burned the cross of which a wooden Jesus of christ was nailed to, it even burned a few of the questionable wooden graves. This fire even blackened the bells.

    This fire was exceptionally great enough to consume the lives that it took by eight-fold, but was so great that each and every person in it suffered a death more tragic, painful, and, needless to say, much hotter than they should have dealt. And only because these people suffered such a death, is why I believe that fire was in that picture.

    If you wanna hear more stories, I suggest turning your criticizing pupils to the next pixel formed webpage of my little series...