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Frame a story in which your character discovers a Ghost.
(in about 200 - 250 words)
NOTE : Don't write about a nightmare...xD
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A Haunted House Story
Ok, I know it's not exactly an original title, but it does what it says on the tin!
When I was eight years old, my family moved from the South Coast of England, to a house in the heart of the industrial Midlands.
It was a beautiful village, and quite a nice house, although it was very cold. In the winter, you would wake up with your face frozen to your pillow, and the net curtains would be frozen to the window.
At first, everything seemed Ok. Looking back it seems like there was a slow build up of events, and I am not sure that everything can be explained by a Haunted House theory.
Things started to break down in the house. The washing machine flooded the kitchen, the fridge broke, the cooker electrics went haywire and untold number of little annoyances like these.
My brother who had been working away for some time, was returning home, and I volunteered to air his bed out for him. This meant sleeping in his room, and I was excited because my brother hated anyone going in his room. I went to bed early that night, and read as I always do. A little while after turning the light off, I heard what sounded like footsteps in the room with me. As I listened they seemed to get louder. This frightened me from the word go, as there was carpet on the floor, and where the sound was coming from, a thick sheepskin rug lay. I turned on the bedside light and the noise stopped. I looked out the bedroom window in case it was raining and I was hearing the drip of the rain on the ledge. It wasn't raining.
Every time I turned the light off, the noise started again. When I turned the light on, it stopped. This went on until the early hours and just stopped of it's own accord.
I never told any one in my family about this at the time, as I didn't think they would believe me.
Not long after, some friends came round to my house, and the only person other than me at home was my brother, who was in the kitchen.
I had told my friends about the footsteps, and they suggested something along the lines of a seance.
I drew the curtains, and placed a glass in the centre of a coffee table, and started asking if anyone was there - the usual questions associated with seances. We didn't have to wait long before we had a response. We heard footsteps almost running down the stairs, and then the lounge door flew open with a bang. My friends and I ran to the kitchen where my brother was but we acted cool, and said we were just wondering what he was up to. However, we would not go back to the lounge on our own for the rest of the day.
After that, things would happen every day. Things would go missing, only to show up in oddest places. My brother always left change around his bedroom, and one day he couldn't find a penny. He found it a couple of days later under the sheepskin rug in his room.
I always felt as though someone was around me, and would see shadows and hear noises constantly. It was also a lot to do with feeling things, like temperature changes. It was a cold house to start with, but then you would get a cold spot in a previously warm patch. It was also just feeling of something not wanting you there.
It's hard to describe, and seeing it in writing it doesn't seem a lot.
Just to put the final horror story finish to it, the day we were leaving, a neighbor told us that a previous occupant had hung herself in the stairwell.
I know for a fact that the previous occupant to us had had very bad luck financially and health wise. We had bad luck, not from the minute we walked in, but it started not long after.
I also know the occupant after us had bad luck professionally and personally, and I would like to know about any further occupants.
I took my son to see this house about five years ago. I can't believe it seemed so innocuous. I would love to set foot in it again, just to see if it still affected me as it did all those years ago
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One night I had awaken from a terrible dream. After a few seconds from awakening, I opened my eyes and saw this white figure that looked to be a little girl. I had closed my eyes in fear and when I peeped them open once more, she was in a different position! I was too afraid that if I opened my eyes again that she would be right next to my bed! So I kept my eyes closed and went back to sleep. The next morning I told my sister and mother what had happened, even about the dream. They didn't believe me and said I was just seeing things and that from having that dream I was imagining the figure.
That night, I had again awaken but not from a dream... My body can feel things and when it feels there is a spirit around my body will wake me, I saw her again! I was terrified! I didn't know what to do so, once again, I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't, not with the fear I was feeling. Once I heard my mom was awake, I told her I was seeing her again and she said "it's ok just try to go to sleep please". So I tried and it worked. But believe it or not, I kept seeing her! So the next night, after seeing her for three nights in a row, my mom and I prayed to that girl to leave me alone, and she did.
But a couple months later, when my mother and I were so close to falling asleep, we heard her speak. She said "Ok...". It was scary! I asked my mom if she heard that too and she said "yes I did was that you?". I said "no I heard it too, what could it be?" She replied "I don't know but let's try and get some sleep..." and we did. The next morning I told her "I think it was that little girl I saw a few months ago... Maybe she is stuck here...". My mother said "Maybe God asked her to come to heaven...". I agreed, it made a lot of sense if you ask me! So that night I prayed to that girl to leave me alone and that I never wanted to encounter her again. Ever since then I haven't had any sign of her being here but I do know she is watching over me. Now my life has been better with out her encounters and I'm becoming happier and more safe. But I'm still afraid of spirits. I wonder what I'll encounter next.
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