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Cold Winters Day

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Introduction

Cold Winters Day ''It was a cold winters day. The wind was whistling. Up on a hill stood an old house with a cemetery around it. The villages called the house haunted and no one went up there until...'' This is how most ghost stories start but mine doesn't. Mine is unique and my own. I have kept it a secret for some time, now I will let the world know what happened on the 14th of March 1996. First I will tell you a bit about myself. My name is James. I am fourteen years old and I go to Bedford school. I have one sister who is three years younger than me called Mary. I also have a nagging step -mum who has looked after me since I was two. My real mum died in very strange circumstances but dad will not tell me the full story so I don't know much about it. At school I used to have two best friends. They were Sarah and Michael. Michael had blue eyes and a lovely personality. ...read more.

Middle

I reached the door in which graffiti was written all over it. My friends including Sarah and Michael stayed outside leaving me all alone to go in. I put my torch on as I walked across the corridors. The floors creaked and water was dripping down. I followed the old signs directing the way out. I wanted to run to the way out but I couldn't because everyone would know and would call me chicken. I moved along slowly, everything was silent. Then suddenly the machines started to work. "Who is it?" I said, still there was silent. "It must be Sarah and Michael trying to scare me" I said "Or is it?" Skeletons were popping out screaming. The once silent atmosphere was turned into a frightening nightmare come true. My head ran wild again with imagines of stories and movies like where the main character dies. I calmed myself thinking that its nonsense. I kept my mind on other things likes how Sarah and Michael were horrible to tell my secret and how when this ordeal is over I was going to break up with them... ...read more.

Conclusion

The room was as black as midnight. My heart was beating faster and faster. The lights came on and there stood in the middle of the room my dead mother. There was silence and a big white light shone into the room. Who was it? What was it? No one knew and still after fifteen years after the disaster no one went up that hill intil.... Most ghost stories end like this but mine doesn't. As I wrote before mine is unique and my own. My story is the truth it is not some wild fantasy devised to scare people with. Mine really did happen. The story is personal to me and saying it to anyone makes me appear insane to the outside world. I guess it does seem unbelievable in retrospect. The images of that night of the 14th of March still haunt. This will be the only time I will tell my story; it will be my last confession before I die. As I write this in my dying days, I am hoping that you will never feel the need to show courage, as I did to my friends, because the results may not be what you expect. That night I lost my friends and my sanity. ...read more.

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