It was a crisp autumn evening, and my friend Sarah and I had just finished our showers in our cozy suburban home. Our parents were away for the weekend, leaving us with the perfect opportunity to throw a memorable high school party. We decided to invite the entire freshman class, knowing that a party without beer and alcohol wouldn’t be considered cool.
I handed Sarah the keys to the garage to retrieve the drinks. As she ventured into the garage, I heard a blood-curdling scream followed by the sound of shattering glass. Sarah rushed back in, her breath shaky, claiming she had seen a translucent figure dressed in black. I brushed it off as her imagination playing tricks on her, trying to keep the mood light.
Curious about the party, I went to fetch the refreshments myself. I saw nothing unusual and began setting up snacks and drinks, preparing for our guests’ arrival.
The party kicked off, with music blaring and everyone dancing. Some ventured upstairs, while others kept the dance floor alive. Suddenly, Heather descended the stairs with a pallid face, recounting her eerie encounter. She claimed to have walked through a man in black while going to the bathroom. We reassured her, but the incident left her too rattled to stay, so she decided to go home.
With Heather’s departure, the party continued without any disturbances. Everyone was enjoying themselves until I noticed a mysterious figure seated on the couch. He blended in with the crowd, pretending to be just another freshman hanging out. However, his presence unnerved me.
I confronted the intruder, urging him to leave. But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and when I called for help, my friends dismissed me, thinking I was intoxicated. Frustrated, I resumed dancing, determined not to let this stranger ruin my party.
The uninvited guest persisted in haunting the party, and I saw him repeatedly. Amanda also spotted him, and her distress grew. Summoning my courage, I approached the intruder and implored him to leave, despite my fear. Astonishingly, he vanished before my eyes.
Relieved, I rejoined the festivities, dancing with friends and trying to forget the bizarre encounter. However, my relief was short-lived as the most popular boy in school, Eric, saw the ghostly figure. I dismissed his claims, unwilling to admit the truth. Eric left, and the remaining guests soon departed, leaving only a handful of us.
After the party, I asked my parents about our house’s history, omitting the party details. They revealed that the previous occupants had been murdered in the house, explaining why we got it so cheap.
Now, I live far away from that house, hoping to leave the uninvited guest and its eerie memories behind.