The haunted road...
I remember the
night when I and my cousins were returning from a resort.
It was a dark cold
night and the fogs were blanketing the surroundings. Nothing could be seen
there. Suddenly my brother stopped the car and said something was wrong. My
heart was beating faster. We were all afraid and my little sister started
crying. Just after a few minutes we saw a lady with a stick in her hand was
walking towards our car. My brother got out of the car and tried to talk with
her. He asked her name with a small voice she said that her name was Doris.
Doris said that the road on which we were
traveling was called the haunted road and no one in the night used that road
for traveling though it was a shortcut. Hearing this I quickly asked her why
she was traveling here alone because it was already midnight
12 O’ clock. But
she said nothing and helped to push the car. By that time she added that those
who used this haunted road after sunset can never return back. Our heart missed
a beat. Doris could feel our fear and
therefore she advised us to leave that road immediately before it’s too late.
And when my brother turned the car the lady disappeared. It was unbelievable.
We all were safe that night today as I lay in my bed thinking about that
horrible night, my heart asks me, was it a kind ghost or just an old lady?

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