write a short story which begins with i do not believe in ghosts
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Ghost Aren't real and if you believe then you are fooolll
Answer:“I do not believe in ghosts” I said, my voice trembling, my eyes looking straight into the old woman's eyes and my sister holding me tight with fear. You might be thinking why I started the story in such a terrible way. This story is an unusual one which you have never heard in your life. My parents were out to work and had a night shift. They want someone to take care of us. I am 12 years old and my sister is 9 years. And we had a new neighbour who is an old rusty and scary woman. She must be more than 100 years old on this earth. My parents thought instead of being old she must know how to handle kids so they made her our babysitter.
When she came home she was having a large stretched smile on her face and wrinkles making a path all around her face that looked like a tangled road. With a charming smile (actually not) she talked to my mom and whenever she looked at us there was this feeling of running away in front of her. I told my mom to not let her babysit us. We can manage on our own but my mom disagreed and so followed my dad then the usual sentence coming out of their mouth that we are not responsible to live alone. Without saying anything more they left. We were alone with the old lady staring at us. And then she said “do you believe in ghosts” as being the eldest sister i never ever got scared, because when my younger sibling was born i was 3 years old and from that i got a habit of not being scared and with positive vibrations all over me. But my sister is exactly opposite to me. She is very scared of everything.
The old lady looked at me with a crooked smile on her face”You have many of them around you don't you feel them, they pass by you all through you they are everywhere” i was a bit scared but my sister was trembling with fear. I said to the lady, “ You are lying, there are no ghosts, no souls around.” ignoring my words she started speaking. When people are dead they live in their own world and they can't feel it. They don’t remember what happened to them very less remember how they got here.” i asked the lady “are you a..” she smiled “no i am not a ghost.” concentrating her words of living and death i went to my bed to sleep.at night i saw a dream, a car an accident and in the car was my mom my dad, my sister and…... me. I woke up scared and frightened. My mom and dad in front of me with blood all over them and said ”had a good sleep now welcome i hope you remembered every single thing don't you.”