Ghosts Hate Mcdonalds

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Ghosts hate McDonalds,” Natalie warned.


“What? Who doesn’t like a good old cheeseburger from McDonalds?” I asked.


“Uh, ghosts, that’s who. Seriously, they hate that stuff, so if I were you, I would keep that close to you and not say anything to draw them out.”


“I thought you were the ghost expert.”


“I am,” Natalie said annoyed.


“So why are you so afraid for me to put it out for them?”


“That’s the exact reason why I’m afraid. Look, you and I both know that I know way more about ghosts than you, so if you could ever be so kind and not do anything else stupid, I would appreciate that.”


I didn’t spend three bucks on this burger and fries, and not try to tempt this ghosts. “Just one fry? Please,” I said as pitiful as possible.


Natalie rolled her eyes, “Fine, only one, but if some ghost comes out and tries to posses one of us, don’t blame any of it on me. Got it?”




“Lucas, got it?”


“Yeah, I got it.” I took the small container of fries and lightly shook it for them to get on the pavement. I was aiming for maybe a few to come out, but like I do, I over shook the container and all of the fries dumped out.


“Lucas! I only said one.”


“Oops,” I said while chickling.


“I swear. Do you ever listen to directions?”


“And do you know who I am?” I asked jokingly. Natalie was not having any of this. “Okay, I’m sorry.”


“You better be.”


“Do you forgive me?”


“As long as we don’t get mobbed by angry ghosts.” We both looked at each other and busted out laughing. “Okay, we need to be quiet, because if we don’t, then we’ll really have an angry mob of ghosts after us.”


“Okay, what do we do now?”


“We wait.” And that’s what we did for the next 30 minutes. I’m pretty sure I dozed off a few times. Natalie had to keep nudging me on the shoulder. And I think she smacked me on the head one time. I sat up straight. I was tired of waiting.


“I think maybe we should go, Nat.”


“What are you talking about? It’s almost two in the morning. It’s going to be a perfect time to see th-” She stopped talking and her whole body froze.


“Nat? Is everything alright?”


“Do you feel that?”


“Feel what?”


“Give me your hand.” I did and she put it right in front of her face.”


“Jeez, Natalie, it’s freezing right there. Come sit closer by me. I didn’t even think the air conditioning would work here anymore.” Natalie still sat in the same place.


“It doesn’t…” Right after she said that, I had gotten chills all around me. The same coldness I had felt when I put my hand in front of Natalie’s face.




“They’re here.”


“Wait, there’s more than one?”


“Do you think I would still be here if I could see them?” she said sarcastically.


“Um, okay. So what do we do now?”


“I don’t know. You’re the one who wanted to do this. What do you want to do?” Great question. What did I want to do? I didn’t really think we would get any activity.


“Do you you want to talk to them?”


“I don’t want to do anything with me.”


“Me either. Ah, maybe this wasn’t a great idea after all.” I started to feel nauseous. “Nat.”




“I-I don’t feel so good anymore.”


“Me either.”


“What do you say we get out of here.”


“Agreed.” We both slowly stood up and headed for the entrance.


“Everything is going good so far,” I said nervously.


“Don’t jinx us,” Natalie snapped. And right after she said that, we heard the loudest scream ever. We both stopped and covered our ears. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” And we both bolted for the door. Luckily, real life situations aren’t like the movies and the ghosts didn’t trap us inside that awful place.I had stopped right when we closed the door, but Natalie grabbed my arm. “I don’t want to be near this place!” And we ran to my car, got in and locked all of the doors.


“That was a close one,” I said breathlessly.


“Yeah, let’s never do that again.”





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