Friday, September 17, 2010

A Creep While Half Asleep

  Once during a dark, sleepy night, there was a ghost.  And out of all the people in the world to scare, this ghost, eeeeeeerrrrr...thing, chose to scare me.

  I was lying in my bed, thinking, when I moved my hair.  This particular section of hair always gets in my face, it's not unusual.  All of a sudden, something slapped me on the face.  Something cold, frozen.  I lay there, helpless, paralyzed, believing my life was in danger.  Shortly after the slap, was another haunting experience.  ''I'm gonna get you,'' The cold voice seemed to seep out of nowhere.  I stared straight up at  the ceiling.  I was incredibly paniced, so I made up my mind to bolt to my Mom and Dad's bedroom.

  I darted down the long hallway, the antecedant to their room.  The moon cast erie shadows on the wall.  I shivered in fear.  After speeding into their room I told the whole story.  They then comforted me by stating that the hand that slapped my face was probably my very own.  They also informed me that the voice I heard was probably my imagination, because it was very late and I needed rest.  This news reassured me and gave me peace.  I was so relieved, I literally flew to my lair and snuggled down in my bed and instantly fell asleep.

                                                      -Bella 

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