1. Imagine that you are Jeet/Gita. You have moved into a new house and decide to explore a little. After an hour of going through the rooms, you stumble into the basement. Here, you find a small diary. The diary tells you the story about the person who lived in this house before. Use your imagination to complete the story.
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I knew there was something wrong with my new house the first time I saw it .
My name is Geeta. I'm 21 years old.And I wasn't happy.
My parents say I have a bad attitude. They say I can take a bright,shiny yellow balloon and turn it into something tragic . Well, balloons pop- don't they? That's kind of tragic.
I admit it. I can see the horror in any situation. or, as my dad likes to say, I always see the shadows on a sunny day. He's always saying things like that. And let's face it , he dosen't mean it in a nice way. My parents dosen't understand why I love horror movies and comic books. I know it's weird to hear that a 21 year old girl is still busy with horror movies and comic books. But I can't help myself, I love them. it's cool.
it's been 2 days I have moved in my new house and I decided to go around the house . After an hour of going through the rooms, I stumble into the basement and i found a small diary.
I went through the dairy it was the diary of a 12 year old girl named Hellen .
As I went through the diary Hellen wrote alot about her family, her dad was a drunker and he will often get drunk and beat her mother. She left school because they cannot afford it. She was depressed and cannot see her mother crying every night. "Poor helpless girl " she is suffering at this age. I was about to read the last page of her diary then suddenly my door bell rang. My friends visited and I got so involved in them. I forgot about the diary. That night I had some strange dreams, in my dream i can hear screaming and crying. I didn't care much as I watch alot of horror movies so I thought it was just normal . In the morning my whole house was in a mess like someone fight but again i ignored. I know it was foolish , but it didn't scare me much as I watch alot of horror movies. These things continued for 5 days , and so i had to find the diary because those incidents started to happen after reading the diary. I went into the basement to read the last page I left the other day. As I open the diary the whole thing was missing, not even a single word was written. I got goosebumps and I ran outside without a second thought.
From that day I left my new house.
I'm still not sure about it. Was that my imagination?
But I'm sure no one can explain about the mess.
In this question, we are asked to write a story.
I am Gita, a 26-year-old girl who is fulfilling her dreams by getting a dream job a year back, and now by saving up I have brought a new house as well. Now finally we have moved to a new house and decided to explore a little. After an hour of going through the rooms, I stumbled into a basement and found a small diary. This diary tells about the person who lived in this house before. The name of the owner was Mrs. Monika and she had a family who was happy his husband died ten years back in an accident and was doing a private job and they only used to manage their expenses and their children's education and had one boy only. Their son studied abroad and settled there only and did not ask her about her health and how she is managing her expenses. As she took a loan for the study of his only child and to survive as well and was a jobless woman, so to repay the loan she sold this house and now she is going to an old age home which she never wanted to. She even in her dreams never dreamt off these days. I felt really bad for her and empathize that as a woman this can happen to anyone. I searched in all the old age homes in the city and lost hope that I will found that pretty lady but I got her in the old age home named Mothers. I legally with her consent asked her to come and live with me as my mother and she was happy and cried when I hugged her tightly as I was a girl with a mother only as my father died in a war and being elder had the responsibility of my brother and sister. I was happy to include her in my happy and sad days. We made a unit of five.
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