I walked as fast as I can towards that person.
I can't see that person's face so I can't tell the exact gender.
I can only see a cloaked figure, wearing a dark jacket with the hoodie over his/her head.
I approached that person.
"Excuse me, um, can you uh help me?" I said, trying my best not to sound like a lost victim but not rude at the same time. Cause who knows if this person is a serial killer or what.
We can't trust anyone easily right?
That person didn't moved.
Can he/she hear me?
Should I ask one more time?
I glanced at that person nervously, he/she is quite tall but too thin. Way too thin for a normal human being. I saw that person holding something rectangular. A book?
I moved closer.
"Um...excuse-" before I finished my sentence, that person slowly lifted his/her face.
The next thing I knew is I ran.
I ran as fast and as far as I could.
The only thing I want right now is to get the hell away from that thing.
I can't believe what I saw.
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Ghost Story
Teen FictionGhost : The discarnate soul of a deceased human being or animal still occupying the physical realm. These spirits may or may not know that they are dead. So, This is my Ghost Story. Astrid Liew. 2017. All rights reserved.
