Greetings everyone!
I’m really glad to participate in this week’s Midnight Owl prompt.
I can still remember some years back when I was so scared of the dark. There was a time someone died in our street, though the place was quite far from where we lived. One night, my mum sent me to buy something, and I started crying and begging her to send someone else. She asked why I was crying, and I told her I didn’t want a ghost to haunt me because back then, I believed ghosts usually appeared at night. Despite all my explanations, my mum insisted, so I eventually went to buy what she sent me for, still trembling in fear.
I also remember when my grandma died right before my eyes. That was one of the most terrible experiences of my childhood. For months, I couldn’t sleep at night. Each time I closed my eyes, I would recall the moment she passed away, seeing her face over and over again. I used to hear footsteps behind me whenever I walked alone, and I would run, thinking her spirit was following me. But now that I’ve grown up, I understand that all those things were just my imagination, how the brain tries to process fear and memories.
There was also a time I loved watching zombie movies, but one particular film, The Walking Dead, terrified me completely. It made me so scared that I couldn’t sleep alone. Every time I tried to sleep, I would picture zombies eating people, and sometimes I even screamed in my sleep. But now that I’m older, I realize it was all fiction, just stories made to entertain and not real at all.
Thanks for reading!
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