The story of How, When, What and Why

There was once a boy who was only 12 years old, yes not very old at all well if you compare him to his parents well he would seem very young indeed. Or so he though. The boys name was billy well no his name was a Tudor one it went way back in the time line. Billy's real name was um well Lancelot. Well not that his name matters much in the story anyhow.

Billy was visiting his father's grave when he was all left alone in the graveyard his father's grave began to shake and letters popped up they were these words... How, When, What and Why. It took Billy oops I mean Lancelot a few minutes to work out the puzzle but he then discovered what this meant. How did his father die, When did his father die, What was the consequences, Why did he die? It all made sense because no-one knew the answer to any of these questions.

Lancelot strode through the arch made out of nettles and berries when a rock came flying at his knees causing him to fall over. Soon enough a voice whispered

"Son is that you?" Lancelot didn't reply as he was a bit scared. "Lancelot is that you?" demanded the voice

"Yes..." replied Lancelot his voice trembling. Then out of the corner Lancelot's dad appeared although there was something different about him he kind of hovered above the ground in a freaky way and you could also see through him. Lancelot threw the rock back at him but instead of hitting him it shot right though him. Lancelot put the pieces together shaking. Hovering slightly, transparent and you can throw things and they will shoot through.

HE WAS A GHOST!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh you you you're a ghost!"shouted Lancelot.

"Took you a while to figure that out," laughed his dad uproariously.

Lancelot and his dad stared at each other thoughtfully. Boy Lancelot had a lot to ask him...

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Part 1

PS: There will be part 2 soon!