We were downstairs when we heard a loud crash from upstairs.
Not a small bump. A full, echoing something fell kind of crash.
We went up. The ladder to the bunk bed was on the floor.
No one was hurt. But clearly… something had happened.
We started asking questions.
“What happened?”
“Why is the ladder on the ground?”
The kids looked at each other.
Silence.
Then one of them said it. Calm. Confident.
“The ghost did it.”
That was the final answer.
No further explanations. No accusations.
Just quiet teamwork in the face of light interrogation.
And honestly… I kind of loved it.
They covered for each other.
No one got in trouble. The ladder got fixed.
And the ghost?
Still at large.
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