“Shhh, someone’s whispering”

That’s what she said when I was actually screaming for help. “Eeeererrereeee” I made that sound because it was so windy I thought I could die. But they thought of me as a creepy monster.

“Omg, why is it making that sound. That’s so scary.”

They ran and hid under the sheets, a flashlight was turned on and the little boy started crying.

“Oh no don’t cry it’s ok Luke, it’s a good ghost ok?”

"no it's not, it's just the floorboard, stop making him believe In those things babe."

Now I was a gohst. She hugged the little boy, but why wouldn’t they hug me? I was screaming and suffering. Then she did something unforgettable.

Her and her boyfriend grabbed a big block, and said,

“Look, I’ll show you he will go when I tell him that I’ll throw this block on top. HEY! YOU GOHST, PLEASE LEAVE BECAUSE YOUR SCARING MY LITTLE BROTHER!”

I obviously didn’t leave because I was just a

Piece of floorboard who was crying at that point, sobbing more like a child.

“Sissy it made more noise, whaaaaaaaaaa.”

He cried and cried. I cried and cried."please don't hurt me, I'm a floorboard, not a ghost. If you want to you can step on me, that's what I was made for. but please don't torture me like that."

"I told you coming here was a bad idea babe, you never understand anything I tell you."

yea, and I thought that after many years, someone was finally here to save me. But they came to kill me.

"die you gohst!"

Both of them threw the blocks, and I stopped crying, suffering, and screaming. Because I broke in two pieces. But I woke up because I realized that as a floorboard, I can't die. as a floorboard I'm only allowed to hate the future since they try breaking me there more I yell. They don't understand that the more they hurt me the more I cry. And the more I cry, the more they hate my suffering. I wonder how floorboards end. Do we just get smaller until we become invisible? or do we reincarnate into some other part of the house? I hope next time I become something valuable people actually pay attention to. And that they don't abandon me like they did back then in this old house that as you heard, is tearing apart. Now, I continue crying when the winds blow, when I feel like no one wants me and that no one ever wanted me. I cry and cry as a creaky floorboard should in an old dark house.