Article January 3, 1976 Issue

The Ghost

Christopher Read (written at age 7)

Joy dueland

One night my mother put me to bed, but I wouldn't let go of her. I was scared of ghosts, little creatures, and dark shadows that I thought. came alive when my mom left my room! This went on for pretty long, and it was getting more and more hard to get to sleep. Sometimes I was so fearful that I'd go to my parents' room way after my bedtime.

They always told me there were no creatures that could hurt me or make me afraid. I had learned in my Christian Science Sunday School class that God made everything good and perfect, so nothing could be scary. It wasn't real! Then I had to go back to my bed, even though sometimes I didn't want to.

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