Selvi Katari, Class X A
“People often say, ‘There’s no such thing as ghosts. Well, earlier I was also one among them. Until one day, when it happened. I knew I would never sleep peacefully after that. The noises, those horrid sounds, the nightmarish night would keep me awake. I wished it to be a dream, for I desperately wanted the night to end and for me to wake up the next morning like nothing ever happened. Unfortunately, I knew this wasn’t my imagination.
Seventeen days had passed, but my mind replayed the twenty seconds of September all over again, for what seemed like the millionth time. it isn’t that I am a coward but I still cannot stop shivering.
The horrid ghoulish face of the ghost flashed in front of my eyes again. Seventeen days ago, I had gone to visit my mother’s grave for it was her tenth death anniversary. As I sat there in despair, I felt something moving behind me. As I turned, a soul from a grave behind had risen and was hovering over me. I can never forget the silver blood stained, transparent face, those red headlight-like eyes staring straight into mine or those long creepy pointed nails scratching my hands. I ran for dear life. It followed me throughout till I came out of the graveyard.
It’s been seventeen days, but the scars on my hands haven’t healed, neither are they any better. They surely are marks to further deepen my memories and they would never allow me to forget the incident.’ I concluded.
“Wow! That’s excellent! This will surely find a place in next week’s edition”, said the publisher.
