{"id":531,"date":"2018-04-16T13:06:22","date_gmt":"2018-04-16T17:06:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/?p=531"},"modified":"2018-04-16T13:06:22","modified_gmt":"2018-04-16T17:06:22","slug":"a-ghost-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/2018\/04\/16\/a-ghost-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A GHOST STORY"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>by FRANCESCA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>My Grandma flipped through the channels with the remote, taking a sip from her diet coke. I sat on the floor, playing with whatever toy she had bought me from walmart earlier. I looked at the clock: it was past ten, my mom would be pissed if she knew I was up. I focused in on the show playing. It was one of those \u201creal life\u201d ghost story shows. After listening in, I determined the over-emotional woman on the screen was wailing about a plant falling over she claimed it had been a ghost in her shop, when realistically, a pot put too close to the edge of a shelf. I continued watching; the longer I listened, the scarier the stories seemed. \u201cWhat if there;s a ghost in my house?\u201d I thought. It checked out; my house my house was old and who knows who could&#8217;ve died in there. I started to think. My floors creaked in the middle of the night. Sometimes I thought I saw the closet open by itself at night. I began to panic. \u201cI can\u2019t go back in there,\u201d thinking of my room, the place where I heard strange things at night. The darkness now felt incredibly menacing; the only light came from the TV and my only savior would be my sleeping grandmother. My grandpa was in the garage. I knew he was a collector of guns and swords, but would these work on a ghost? I wasn\u2019t sure. Being only eight and thinking of ghosts as a threat for the first time in my life, I hadn&#8217;t had time to do the proper research to defend myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by FRANCESCA<\/p>\n<p>My Grandma flipped through the channels with the remote, taking a sip from her diet coke. I sat on the floor, playing with whatever toy she had bought me from walmart earlier. I looked at the clock: it was past ten, my mom would be pissed if she knew I was up. I [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":624,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-531","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/531","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/624"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=531"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/531\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":532,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/531\/revisions\/532"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=531"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=531"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blogs.butler.edu\/reverberations\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=531"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}