It hapenned when i was still in the tender age of ten.
Outside it was dark and stormy which matched my mood exactly. I was feeling down and bored. The was no one at
home with me to talk to, so i was completely alone in the double storey house.
Mom and dad were on a vacation, which left only my siblings and me. But at that time as i recall, they went out with their friends, and left me unwanted at home. It was a terrible feeling, to be alone in the big dark house. i imagined that everytime i turned around, there would be a large hairy monster, ready to pounce on me. Little did i know that my childish imagination would come to life, as it did on that night.
I was in the living room, trying my best to focus on the book i had in my hand, but failed to do so.
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The living room in Elvis Presley's mansion, Gracel...
The living room inside Elvis Presley's mansion, Gr...My eyes would
dart around the heavy furnished room nervously, and waiting for someone, anyone to come back home.
As i sat there, suddenly i heard one of the doors upstairs creaked open, and then it slammed shut. I could feel
the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I shut my eyes tightly and prayed that it was only the wind. But somehow, deep in my hear, i knew that it wasn't.
Suddenly the wind howled outside, making the iron bars rattle. I was scared stiff and i could see my hand visibly shaking. Then it was quiet again. For around half and hour, it stayed that way. My head was getting heavier and i could
feel sleep creeping my way. Fortunately, i was too sleepy to care about any horrible looking ghosts and monsters, so i
dragged myself up...