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TOPIC: Write about an unforgettable experience about ghosts, or about your
encounters with supernatural beings, and the likes. Describe your experience and
how the memory haunts or horrifies you even until now.
When I was a child, I saw a white lady and a big man wearing white shirts
passed out of our room. I was scared and couldn't seem to move where I was
standing, my hands are so cold and I could not breath in extreme fear because I feel
like he’s just looking at me. I wanted to shout at that time to ask for help but I couldn't
because my younger brother might be scared because there were only two of us in
the house.
The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank order creep into my
nose. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans.
Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through
the roof. I quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt,
the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp
shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep
grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A
large jagged hole dug through the wall stood as though daring any to enter. Picture
frames hanged off-centered. Sharp shadows roamed around the room.
I carried my brother and made our way back into the hallway, a slimmer of
light came from behind a door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the
bathroom. The single window was mildly dirty, the house is so scary and it's like I just
want to disappear suddenly.
I arrived at the foot of the staircase while carrying my younger brother. I stood
and peered at the top, wondering when a twisted head person will crawl down and
have me for dinner. I summoned strength and tiptoed my way up the stairs. Each
step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any
moment. I turned to the right, and met my final destination. The door did not give way
easier, a forceful push was needed.
A howl echoed throughout the house. It was time to leave, I told myself. I
closed the bedroom door behind as I carefully walked down the stairs. I hope I did
not disturb anything or its somber rest. We made our way outside and I cried so hard
when we got out of the house. Escaping the ghosts was difficult. Until now it scares
me whenever I remember those experiences that I want to erase from my memory
but we need to face our fears to overcome it and prayer is the most powerful thing to
do.
