So, it's my first time writing any horror stories hope you like it.
Based on a true event.
My Own Narration
Our family is a typical middle-class family. I lived with my parents and my elder sister.
Because of my father's job we had to move places. From time to time.
It was once again time to move.
The new place where we shifted was far away from where we used to live.
It was a nice place. Our apartment already had three families in advance.
Two families lived above us. And one lived right next to us.
One of the families who lived above us had the two daughters. One of my age and the other was my elder sister's
age.
The other family had no children. It was only the wife and the husband.
They were nice people. (Let's just call them Mr. and Mrs.An)
So, Mr. An had the same job as my father. So, they used to go together.
As time passed, we got closer to Mr. and Mrs. An.
It was nice talking to them. We became frank with each other.
I was in Standard 1 when this happened to me.
So, my sister and I had a separate room.
It was night time when my sleep was disturbed by some noises.
I turned to my study table on the right side of the bed. I thought that it must be my sister or my parents. But my sister was sleeping peacefully beside me. And the door of our room was shut. So, it means that nobody entered the room.
I went back to sleep thinking it was only my imagination.
As I was about to close my eyes, I heard the door being opened.
I looked towards the door, seeing it slowly opening.
I kept looking toward the door but nobody came inside. Might be wind, I thought.
Seconds later, I heard the drawer of my study being opened and some ruffling sound like someone is searching for some stuff.
I looked at my study but found no-one there. Then suddenly the door of our room slowly opened and close by itself.
I was scared to death. I didn't know what was going on.
While I was processing what was going on, The door once again opened.
Then I saw it. I saw a figure standing behind the door, slowly entering the room.
For some reason, I couldn't lose contact with the figure.
Suddenly it made a jump and started crawling like a baby on the shelf.
I still didn't remove my eyes from it, I kept staring at the figure. The figure was right in front of me when it stopped crawling.
And it looked at me. I saw the face.
It had full white eyes, face all dried up just like when land is dried up. And a slit on the lips reaching till it's left ear and tongue sticking out.
I was not scared at all, for some reason. Then a bright light flashed and the figure disappeared in the thin air.
The next morning I woke up, but I didn't dare to tell them what happened.
Few years passed, I went back to my grandma's house. It has well.
At around 6:00 pm I would go near the well and look down and starts to speak. My mom noticed my weird behavior and told my Grandma about it.
She prayed for me. And now I all fit and fine.
I told my parents about the incident. It turns out that the figure I saw was none other than Mr.An who was murdered by some thieves when he refused to give the money bag which he had.
The reason why he came to my room was that my father had kept his ring in our study table drawer. He came to search for it.
THE END~
Remembering the incident still gives me chill down the spine. I was way too scared while writing this.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT
