write a ghost story plss plss plss guys help me
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“When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow. She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.”
…Did it get colder in here, or is it just me?
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A Halloween Night
I was a student of humanities and college was taking its toll on me. My final exams were coming up soon. I had gone over to my friend's house to engage in group studies with my friends. By the time we were done, I noticed that it was really late ; about 1 am. I got to my car and drove the 15 kms to my home. I had to drive on the highway and it was pretty dark. The owls hooted from the woods from the jungle on my right. Suddenly I realized that it was the Halloween night! Now everything appeared to be even scarier. I had heard about the legends and the stories about ghosts coming alive on this night but as usual, I did not believe them. I started imagining all kinds of scary and creepy stuff that could have happened to me then but then i told myself to calm down as I was safe in my car. Just then, a wheel of my car got punctured. I got down from the car trying fixing it when it started raining and the colder night become even colder. I shuddered. I was in standing in a forest known for its dangerous animals all alone. I heard the owls hoot and the bats screech. I wished with my whole heart that i was still on the highway but here i was, in the creepiest forest I knew. I realized that except for my books, i had nothing. I was doomed and had no idea of what to do next. I took my books and started walking. Up head in the distance, i saw a shimmering light. I went there and knocked on the door. There, I saw a girl about my age. I told her my problem and she offered me help by giving me food and a cup of coffee. She even offered to walk me home as this was indeed a dangerous place at night. I obviously agreed as i was kind of scared. My house was about 45 minutes away and we started on our journey. We chatted and told each other jokes and reached my house unusually early. I could have sworn that it had been only 25 minutes since we left but my new friend told me that while talking we did not realize how fast we reached. There was my house, only 500 meters away. I was dying to go inside. As i entered my house, everything turned white. I did not know what was happening. I turned around to ask my unusual friend if she knew what was happening but i realized that she was gone. When and to where i don’t know. It’s been 4 years since and i go everyday through the forest. I did not even see her house again. It’s like both of them vanished into thin air.
Disclaimer:- This story is purely fictional and resemblance to any such stories/persons is a only pure coincidence.