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NARRATE A HORROR STORY.IN ABOUT 150 WORDS WRONG ANSWER WOULD BE REPOTED....

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Answered by Yashicaruthvik
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When I was about 10, we my family of six lived in an extremely small apartment. Two bedrooms upstairs and then the living room. When I was tired of my siblings I would sleep downstairs. One night I am lying on the couch facing the front door and watching the sky through the window by the door when a face shows up in the window illuminated by a lighter. I freeze, and the face goes away. I’m pretty relieved, thinking it was maybe our druggie neighbours seeing if my parents were still awake when it shows up again. I try to scream but when I hope my mouth nothing came out, not a sound. The person then kicks in the door and walks in the room, he sees me, smiles and goes towards the kitchen. As he comes out of the kitchen with a knife my dad makes it down the stairs and the guy boots it out of there. I still can’t sleep easily on couches to this day.

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I heard a strange noise. I was sleeping and I was home alone.

It was coming from the basement. I was always scared of the basement. I never wanted to go there. But courageously, I went down towards the basement.

I heard someone saying , bump bump...stop, bump bump stop.. !

It gave me goosebumps! I opened the door and screamed " GET OUT OF MY HOUSE ! "

I was surprised to see that it was my brother playing a prank.

Well, that was a horrible one!

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Answered by veenabagde890
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I try to scream but when I hope my mouth nothing came out, not a sound. The person then kicks in the door and walks in the room, he sees me, smiles and goes towards the kitchen. As he comes out of the kitchen with a knife my dad makes it down the stairs and the guy boots it out of there...

Something cold dripped down my neck.

It trickles all the way down under my shirt, streaking a line down my back.

I twist my head all the way up, and see bodies.

Bodies ripped apart, ribs emerging from heartless chests, were knifed into the ceiling. Their heads remain untouched yet blood-stained, their wide, bulging eyes gaping straight at me, their jaws broken and hung open.

I let out an unintentioned scream, my cold hands instantly cupping my mouth to stifle the noise before the sadistic responsible for all this work came.

I gripped the knife tight in my palm as I turned the corner, out of the shadowed living room. I feel goosebumps form on my skin, my back seeming to scorch from the feeling of someone watching me - from behind.

I whip round. I have never considered looking back.

An eiree, white and slender ghost stares back in the darkness, a horrible grin on its face. Its head cocks to the side, and floats straight towards me

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