The Shadow in the Old Shed

My life has been full of strange events, and I often wonder what will happen next. This is one story I can share.

My friend Clara and I were in the school library after hours. We had just sat down at a table when a sudden, low growl echoed from between the bookshelves. It was a deep, rumbling sound, like a large animal was hiding there. Clara and I yelled and sprinted out into the hallway without looking back.

Another time, I was alone in my house. I kept hearing my name, “Lily,” spoken in a soft, airy voice that seemed to come from nowhere. Once, as I was falling asleep, I rolled over and saw a faint, greenish shape of a person near my door. It happened again the following night. I was wide awake.

My father thought it might have been my late grandfather, checking in on me.

I also have a habit of always checking behind the basement door before I go down. Does anyone else do that? There is an old shed at the back of our yard, and if you tap on its wall, it knocks back.