write the story in 150 to 200 words in the given inputs -- Its sound unreal but it was actually happening----
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It sounds unreal but it was actually happening. I was in my bathroom, I was taking a warm shower. My lights were flickering. It was not so scary though. I could hear a voice. It was like someone was screaming. I didn't bother much. I was bathing happily singing my favorite song..
"I'm coming home.. I'm coming home.. Tell the world, I'm coming..!!! Aaahhhhhhhh!" There was a powercut! And the voice was increasing.. Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!! Aaaaaaahhhh!! I was petrified. That voice was alarming me that I should run away, but I can't. I slowly took my towel, wrapped it around, and stood still. That voice was so scary that my hairs were raising.
I stepped slowly and there was that voice again. Whatever was that creature it was screaming at the top of it's voice. My goodness it was so loud! That voice was boisterous. I was so intimidated, that I was crying. I was unable to speak a word, even if I did, the terrific voice was so loud that my voice wasn't heard. And slowly that voice was ceased.
I stared walking again, but the voice wasn't heard. I tripped over the floor. It was all blood! Oh gosh! I fell with a loud bash. And my leg was badly hurt. Tears rolled down my eyes continuously. And there it was! That frea.king blood - curdler. The face of it was so fearsome. I sat still like an iron rod. It came towards me flying.
That scene was nerve-racking. It came closer. Whatever was it? It wore a white gown filled with blood stains. It had scars and things like that on it's face. So creepy. That ghostly creature came towards my ear and started shouting on the top of it's voice. That evil demonic voice was so clamorous that I fainted.
I don't know what happened next or who the ghostly girl was. But I hope it remains a dream and will never meet me again.
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Memories of the past, COMING BACK
It sounds unreal but it was really happening. It might feel fictitious and made-up but, it was a horrifying experience. After long 7 peaceful years, it's all coming back to me. All the memories in a sieve, are haunting me again in the form of nightmares. As if all of it wasn't terrible already, my head aches real bad. I am too scared to even close my eyes now. Just a glance of that girl stabbing the knives into my sister makes me feel like throwing up. The more i didn't want to accept it as reality, the screams of Sam echoed to my ears leaving me frustrated.
My parents believe she's still missing, my neighbours think she eloped and her friends think she escaped to explore the world outside. But, the truth? I'm the only one who's aware of the truth, except that girl Annie. When I was 3, i remember this strange or weird, whatever you prefer calling a psychopathic murderer in the attic. Yes, she killed Sam.
Those screams repeat in my ears, "HELP ME PLEASE!", but I am so useless. I couldn't help my sister who had been fighting her depression, anxiety and anguish. Her last words were, "Billie, don't worry. Remember it's Annie. She wants to play with your sister. She loves the colour red. So, we shall play with the red paint. Don't fre ak out when you see me covered in it.", I remember as the tears roll down my red chubby cheeks blaming myself for how things are now.
If only I could've been a friend to her then, if only I wasn't the stupid 2 years old. If only I hadn't believed Sam and told my mommy and daddy what was going on, how tired she was, neither of them would've been traumatized now. I despise myself for believing it was Annie, I wish i was mature enough to be able to differentiate between what's real and unreal then. I still wonder why it's all coming back to me on her birthday. I don't know but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!