One day, it was my sister's 18th bithday, I was in my room with my friends. It was really cold winter outside. We were playing some board games. I was winning.
We were talking about school when, suddenly, we heard some strange clashing. We went out on the corridor and we saw terrifying ghost with heavy chains around his ankles. He was crying and yelling.
We were scared but we also felt sorry for him so we removed the chains from his ankles. We tried to cheer him up. The ghost appreciated it, he smiled and vanished but in the moment out of nowhere my sister's cake appeared on my table!
In the end, we told my mother about the ghost. She pretended to believe us but I know she didn't as well as she didn't know what happened to the cake.