Personal Narrative: Hi, Im Bean The Ghosts

Hi, im Bean the ghost, i was abandoned by my parents when i was 8 months old. I was left at these old peoples house that i really hate. I have lived in Michigan for my whole life and now im 17 years old and the only friend i have is a jelly bean jar, his name is Jammy. He sometimes gives me jelly beans and it reminds me of eating little kids. Anyways im here to tell you about how my life changed by a little boy named Flib. I was in my room on a cold, wet, happy day when I saw one of those cars as the humans call them pull into the driveway that i have never seen before. I immediately inspected who was in the car, it was a family of 3 young children and a mother and father. They looked really relieved that they were here and they were in that car for a very long time, and when they

I didn't understand what was going on, but then they began opening their mouth really wide and then shrunk back down to normal. I was a little bit intimidated at first but i got over it when they started taking out large bags on wheels that looked very suspicious. They brought them to the door and hit the door repeatedly until one of the old people answered it and greeted them into his house. They hugged and talked for awhile until the father, mother, and youngest kid brought their bags to where they were sleeping. They were walking to my hallway where i live when i realized they were about to walk right through it! I tried to stop them but they walked right through me. My whole house was ruined and i was so sad i cried, i yelled at them "No! Stop, this is my home!" But they ignored me and then walked through in again as if it were funny. However, the little kid was crying, as if in response to my distress. Once they