The light made my entire room glow. Boom! The thunder cracked. It wasn’t raining, which I thought was weird. Mom called it a “dry thunderstorm.” Another struck of lightning struck the ground, and I could have sworn it was right outside my room. The biggest boom of thunder I’d ever heard shook what seemed like my entire house. I curled up under the covers, trembling from fear. I hugged my stuffed bear up close to my chest. I don’t have a name for him yet. Boom! Bang! The lightning and thunder seemed to happen at the same time. The lights in my room flickered on, then off. Then on, then off. Then they never turned back on. I started to silently cry, because I knew if I let any sound out, Mom would hear and it would wake my baby sister Luna, and Mom just got Luna to be able to sleep through the night. Boom! Crack! Bang! The thunder growled the biggest growl I’ve ever heard come out of nature. It scared me. My eyes shut, and I must’ve fallen asleep, because when my eyes opened again I heard no thunder and saw no lightning. The clock by my bed said it was 3:38 AM, so it was the middle of the night. I crawled out of bed and peered out the window. There was a black owl perched on the tree outside my room. I watched the owl until it got up and flew away. I looked around the front yard more and saw Grandma’s grave. The reason we buried her right here in the yard is because… well… my family doesn’t have the best reputation in this town. We’re known as the spooky house. The only time our house is popular is one time a year: Halloween night. Anyway, the funeral home didn’t want to be known as the funeral home with the spooky person in their graveyard, so we buried her right here. We ordered a casket, and she lived in our basement for some time. My one and only friend at the time, Angelica, was the only one outside my family who knew my grandma passed away. Then she told the entire school. By the time word got back to me, the story was twisted that we kept her in our basement for so long she died, and now even Angelica won’t be friends with me. Anyway, by the time we had everything ready, we had a nice funeral for her, even though nobody came. Only a couple relatives. After staring out at her grave for a little while longer, I swear I saw a ghost! Could it be her ghost? Does she still live with us even though she passed? I closed my eyes for a couple seconds, rubbed them and when they opened again, the morning had come. I was wrapped in a blanket sitting on a bench by the window. I looked out the window. The glowing moon was replaced by the blinding sun. The owl from last night was now a robin singing her song in the owl’s spot. And the ghost was gone. The smell of pancakes and waffles seemed to drag me from my cozy spot on the bench downstairs for breakfast.