A Personal Experience By Ivan
It was a regular Sunday night. My parents were off on a date, and I was babysitting my little brothers. It was 9:30, and I had just put my little brother to bed. I was downstairs watching “Hannah Montana” when suddenly, I felt a cold shiver down my back, giving me goosebumps. I turned around to turn the air conditioner off. I took a glance outside the window, and that’s when I saw two bloody red eyes, looking right at me. I was scared to death.
I ran upstairs, heading to my brothers’ room, but when I was an inch to the doorknob, I heard a little girl singing softly. I headed towards the sound—it was coming from my room. I entered my room, shocked at the horror I saw. In my room was a little girl standing in mid-air with a pretty red dress. Her face was pale white, and though she almost seemed like a regular girl, she didn't have any eyes, only hollow sockets overflowing with dark red blood. I was horrified, and that night I went to bed with my mom, I was so scared.
The next night, I tried to block the events that happened the previous night from my mind. I went to sleep in my own room. It was close to midnight when I woke up to a little girl singing. It was coming from outside. I peeked at the source of the noise, and it was the same little girl, but this time, she was weeping. She was swinging on a swing. Her long brown hair hovered over her face. I went back to sleep, hoping all this was a dream, and when I woke up, I had the urge to dig underneath the swing. I found human bones and the dress i once saw on the little girl. I called the police and learned that the little girl was murdered by her dad.
This explained the sad little girl, but was only one explanation of one ghost in my house. There is more then one ghost in my haunted house.
It was a regular Sunday night. My parents were off on a date, and I was babysitting my little brothers. It was 9:30, and I had just put my little brother to bed. I was downstairs watching “Hannah Montana” when suddenly, I felt a cold shiver down my back, giving me goosebumps. I turned around to turn the air conditioner off. I took a glance outside the window, and that’s when I saw two bloody red eyes, looking right at me. I was scared to death.
I ran upstairs, heading to my brothers’ room, but when I was an inch to the doorknob, I heard a little girl singing softly. I headed towards the sound—it was coming from my room. I entered my room, shocked at the horror I saw. In my room was a little girl standing in mid-air with a pretty red dress. Her face was pale white, and though she almost seemed like a regular girl, she didn't have any eyes, only hollow sockets overflowing with dark red blood. I was horrified, and that night I went to bed with my mom, I was so scared.
The next night, I tried to block the events that happened the previous night from my mind. I went to sleep in my own room. It was close to midnight when I woke up to a little girl singing. It was coming from outside. I peeked at the source of the noise, and it was the same little girl, but this time, she was weeping. She was swinging on a swing. Her long brown hair hovered over her face. I went back to sleep, hoping all this was a dream, and when I woke up, I had the urge to dig underneath the swing. I found human bones and the dress i once saw on the little girl. I called the police and learned that the little girl was murdered by her dad.
This explained the sad little girl, but was only one explanation of one ghost in my house. There is more then one ghost in my haunted house.
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