Two Dead Kids
A short story from 2am and no sleep.
JOURNALING & BLOGCREATIVE WRITING

Two Dead Kids
There was a ghost boy named Bowie who spent his days playing on his tricycle throughout the abandoned house he called home. Despite being deceased, Bowie remained a curious and playful child, with a boundless sense of adventure.
One day, Bowie decided to explore the dark and musty basement of the house, something he had never done before. As he pedaled his tricycle down the creaky stairs, he noticed a strange aura emanating from a room in the corner. Intrigued, Bowie rode his tricycle towards the room and peered inside. To his surprise, he found a collection of old toys and trinkets that had been forgotten by the living. Bowie's eyes lit up at the sight of a toy robot and a stuffed bear, and he quickly dismounted his tricycle to play with them. But as he picked up the toy robot, a sudden feeling of dread washed over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. And just as he turned to leave, he heard a faint whisper.
"Bowie...help me..."
Startled, Bowie spun around to see a ghostly figure standing in the corner of the room. It was a young girl with long, flowing hair and a sorrowful expression on her face.
"Who are you?" Bowie asked, his voice trembling.
"I'm Betty," the ghost replied. "I died in this house many years ago. And I've been trapped here ever since, unable to move on."
Bowie felt a pang of sadness for the poor ghost girl. Without hesitation, he jumped back on his tricycle and rode towards Betty.
"I'll help you," he said determinedly. "We'll find a way to set you free."
And with that, Bowie and Betty set off on a journey through the haunted house, searching for a way to release Betty's spirit. Along the way, they encountered all sorts of spooky creatures and supernatural phenomena, but Bowie remained fearless on his trusty tricycle. In the end, they were able to find a way to free Betty's spirit, and she was able to move on to the next world.
Bowiewatched with a mix of sadness and joy as Betty vanished before his eyes, leaving behind a trail of sparkles. As he rode his tricycle back up the stairs, Bowie knew that he had made a new friend forever. And he couldn't wait to have more ghostly adventures on his trusty three-wheeled steed.
Then, it dawned on him. He had helped her escape the haunted afterlife, but he himself was still a poor dead ghost trapped in the same old abandoned house.
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