Our house was really old and big. We don’t use some of the parts of it. All our ancestors lived there. Now we live with my cousins in the house. I have four cousins and one brother. But everybody has an own room. I think, you can imagine how big my home is. It’s not a house it’s a mansion! There is a big living room.

There are photos of all of our family on the walls. I really love my mom’s grandpa’s dad. There are so many stories about him. I think the best is about a room that is in our huse but it is hidden. My grandpa always talks about it:
—    There was a little room in this house. It was really small. We were putting our old things there. There was a carpet on the floor. Half of the carpet was burned so we put it there. One day, I was going to the little room to put a broken chair in it. When I entered the room, I fell down. The carpet rolled and I saw a door there. It was made of rocks. There was a piece of iron handle in the middle of the door. I pulled it from the handle but I couldn’t open it. I spread the carpet again on the floor. Then I went away. At night I took a rope and went to the room. I tied the rope on the iron and pulled it. Finally I was able to open it! There were long stairs. It was really dark. There was a broken oil lamp in the room. I took it and started to go down. It was really scary. Then I reached a living room. It was really big but the most exciting part is there were ghosts! They were speaking on the table. All of the family! I shouted. All of them noticed me and looked then they started to shout! I ran upstairs again. I closed the door and put the stone on the same place. When I told everything to my parents, they started to laugh! It was really bad. After that night I looked for the room so many times but I couldn’t find it. It was the first and last time I saw the room.” He was really sad.
        One day my cousins, my brother and I had a plan. It was about the mysterious room in our house. We will go and find the ghosts. At night we went to the part of the house that we don’t use. It took an hour. But we found it downstairs at the end of the corridor. It was a really small room. There were so many old things and spiders. There was also a rope and an oil lamp on the floor as my grandpa told us. For years they haven’t taken them. We rolled the carpet. There was the door made of stones! And a piece of iron. We put the rope around the handle and pulled it. We could open it. There were long and dark stairs but we could use the torches of our phones.  We went downstairs. We came to a livingroom, like ours. There were also photos of all of the family but they were ghosts! They were same like us! The only difference was they were ghosts! And they didn’t have doors. They could go trough walls. There weren’t any ghosts in the livingroom. While we were looking at the photos a ghost came but it was me! My ghost version! Now I understood that they had the same life like us. My ghost version said.
—     Who are you? How did you come here?
I was not afraid anymore. We talked. Then she called her family. There were also my cousins’ ghost versions. And my brother got friends with his ghost version. We went back but be sure it was not the last time we met. We didn’t tell the story to our parents. And since then, when we get bored we go downstairs and meet our ghost friends! By Zeynep ERTOK 7th HUNTERS