I met a cowboy at the grocery store yesterday. He also works with horses and cattle. I told him about my dreams of running away to live on a ranch. He smiled and said, "You know about what, if you want to do this in real life?" I said, "I think I'd be too scared." But that only made him laugh more. Later he said to me, "You know, the greatest joy I have is taking care of animals. It is the purest joy. Would you ever consider taking over my father's farm?" So tonight, I am going to figure out how to farm. I may need to be careful about what time I write too, because I have been told I am scary, too. Sometimes I scare myself. There is a horror novel that has been written about someone who eats too much chocolate cake. I like that. My family doesn't mind my horror novel. I don't like the darkness of horror stories. I like them the way I like them, because they make me feel things. I like to talk to ghosts. One night I had a dream that I met a ghost, a skinny ghost. I talked to him. He told me about himself, but I forgot what he said. I said that if he wanted to talk to me again, he needed to let me know, because I can remember what people tell me about their lives, but sometimes I forget what ghosts tell me. He smiled at me and disappeared. I dreamed this too, before I wrote the book. I told my parents about this dream. They knew that sometimes I met ghosts, but they thought that the ghost I met was a ghost from a long time ago, not one who came to me last night. I don't think they think it's scary, but they do tell me to be careful what time I write, because sometimes I am scared. That is the reason I write horror stories. I like to get scared. I write about monsters and ghosts. I don't like scary movies they scare me. 

                                                    The end.