The Ghosthunt

There's a ghosthunt in school. Written for a sixty-word challenge.

We huddled in the darkness, terrified.

In the distance, two dark shapes appeared.

"RUN!" the guards cried. Aimed the rifle.

We shrieked. Dashed off for the office. Stumbled in terror and haste.

Later, we learned that the shapes were Jade and Carlyn, who were roving.

And we realized the guards were just pulling our leg. There weren't any ghosts.

Yet.