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World War Z

A blog is a webpage usually ran by an individual. The user usually keeps it up to date with posts about any subject.

• Where have you ever heard of blogs?

I’ve known about blogs ever since i started using the internet.

• How comfortable are you with computers?

I am very comfortable with computers. I don’t think i could live without them. Yes. I’m a nerd ._.

• What kinds of things do you do with computers typically?

I’m usually gaming or social networking, but sometimes I practice coding and programing.

• What is your opinion of writing?

I think that everyone should write. It’s a great way to express your ideas and show your creativity. =)

• What kind of writing do you like to do?

I like to write horror/scifi type stories, and sometimes song writing.

• Why are parents, teachers, and others so concerned about teens’ safety when they’re using the Internet?

I think that adults are so concerned about teens’ safety on the net because if you don’t know what your doing you could possibly find yourself in “dangerous” situations on the internet.

• Is the Internet dangerous?

Like most things in life, it depends.

• What do your peers generally do with computers and the Internet?

Probably Myspace. Haha.

• What do you think/how do you feel about the year ahead, knowing that you will be using a blog a lot in Lit 10 Honors?

I feel that it will be fairly easy to maintain a blog during this school year.

A chill runs down my spine, every time this bizarre experience comes to mind. Before it happened, I thought nothing of ghosts and the paranormal. Ghosts are defined as an apparition of a deceased person usually encountered in places they frequented. Some skeptics believe that ghosts aren’t real, and that it’s all in the witnesses head. I believe otherwise.
I was six years old at the time. The sun had been down for a while and the night sky was a murky black. I sat in the living room quietly playing with my toys. My dog sat loyally by my side, with a curious look on his face. Suddenly, I felt as if someone was watching me. I took a deep breath, told myself that it was all in my head, and went back to what i was doing.
The hallway was about six feet from where I sat. It was dark. I began to hear footsteps coming from the hallway. The only other person in the house besides me was my mother, who had been cooking in the kitchen, which was on the other side of the room nowhere near the hallway. I slowly turned my head, and in terror, froze. A man, dressed in a black dress suit, walked past me. He had no expression on his pale looking face and walked almost as if he was floating. He walked into the dining room, then everything went silent for a second. In disbelief, I shouted for my mother’s help and she quickly came into the room. She asked me what was the matter, assuming I had injured myself or something. Trembling, I told her of the man and how he had walked into the dining room. She suggested that it was my dog and that I probably was tired. My mother smiled, got up, and returned to the kitchen to finish her cooking. I sat there with a blank look on my face as my head started hurting and I began to feel nauseous. Rocko, my dog, had been sitting by me the whole time. Slowly, I got up and cautiously walked towards the dining room. I had to know if what I saw was real. I slowly peered into the dining room expecting to see whoever had walked into there. No one. It looked just like always nothing, nothing missing or out of place.
Then it hit me. I had seen an apparition, a ghost. Ever since that day, I have been fascinated with the paranormal, especially ghosts. Eventually, due to the fact that no one had previously passed away in my house, I believe that this man must have been my grandfather, who had died not to long before it happened. He had been ill due to lung cancer, so my parents cared for him in our home for months. Sadly, he did not make it and died in his home. Even though that this was one of the more terrifying moments in my life, it was one that I don’t regret experiencing. Still to this day, on extremely rare occasions, I will look at the hallway and remember that day.