Sunday, March 11, 2012

A Dark and Scary Night with a Ghost Story Sample

Hi!  I’m Annie!  Privacy is cool.  Don’t you think?  I do.  I just can’t be left on my own in the dark.  I hate the dark.  It makes me tremble, wanting to scream.  I get the goose bumps along with a cool chilly wind.  Miserably, last night, (gulp) I was on my own.
Here is how it all happened.  It was 8:00 p.m.  Time to go to bed.  My mother gave me a small gentle kiss and pulled the door ajar so the light would not bother me and I would not feel alone. 
I woke up from a terrible nightmare.  I opened my eyes.  The door was still there and there was no light in between the wall and the door.  It was pretty hard to see.  I turned my head to my digital clock.  It read 11:59.  “Wow!” I thought.  This might be my first time being up at midnight.  I tried hard to keep my heavy eyelids open for just a few more seconds. 
Finally, 12:00!  I cheered under my covers with the biggest and brightest smile on my face.  Finally I calmed myself.  I thought of giving my wonderful parents a small kiss each to not get woken up and really, just for fun.  I got out from under my warm and cozy covers into the toasty heater air mixed with the chilly air from outside. 
In their room, it was so dark; I couldn’t see the bed or the other objects.  So I was forced to use my skills of memory to know where I needed to go and where all the obstacles were.   It wasn’t that hard, really.
I bent down and the moment I felt something beneath my lips.  I released a kiss.  It was certainly a weird cheek.  It was gentle, but also chilly and squishy.  It was the covers.  I searched more around the bed.  All I could feel was the pillows and the covers, but no parents.  My excitement was replaced with fear.  I called loudly “MOM, DAD!  WHERE ARE YOU?”  No answer.  “THIS IS NOT FUNNY,” I called this time with a trembling voice.  Still, there was no answer.  It was easy to tell, I was left alone.  

1 comment:

  1. I like this story because I can easily picture it in my mind and you can feel what she is feeling.

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