It was a beautiful country house
with dark history, and here I was sitting alone in the bleakness. There were noises everywhere. Doors opening
and closing, floorboards creaking and windows banging. It sounded as if someone else was in the
house, but I was alone. I was scared and surrounded by fear.
Where the stories correct, did
the ghost of little Jimmy really exist? Did he walk the house looking for
revenge? The room suddenly went cold, chills going up and down my back and there
was a presence in the room. Pain hit me, my body went cold.
(99 words – It was a beautiful country
house with a dark history)
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