As the door swung open of the dark, ancient castle, the chilling breeze entered the hallway. The breeze carried amber, yellow, orange and green leaves. Creak. The leaves gently swayed to the ground revealing a black, leather shoe with a shining, silver buckle of what looked like a cowboy’s shoe. It reminded me of something. Then snap. All of a sudden it came to me. That’s not a cowboy. It’s a Kenti Ghost, from my mother’s stories. They must be true then. Well if they’re here, then that must be it. They’ve come to take me…