We always had fun scaring ourselves with ghost stories .We're altogether five kids in my family ,four girls ranging from ages 6 to 15 and our baby brother , Jack who's only 3 .
Our parents normally came home really late due to the nature of their work , but we were already used to that.
Not that we were big kids and not afraid of the dark,.We spent the hours of the night when our parents weren't back in a rather funny way .
We would all cuddle up on the only settee in the living room , the five of us , with a battery- operated lantern as source of light (There was hardly power supply at night).While sitting together , we'll never let our feet touch the floor for fear of creeping ghosts that moved at night and fed on kids' feet(that was what our eldest sister told us , of course).So to occupy ourselves till dad and mum returned , we took turns in telling ghost stories.
Up till now ,I still dont understand why we chose to tell ghost stories ..and at nights too ...Maybe Because they were mind gripping and captivating if not terrifying .
Once , baby Jack peed on his pants when Charlotte , my eldest sis told a story of how ghosts licked one's body at night if they didn't shower before going to bed .He hated to take a bath before bed, protesting that he was still clean from the morning shower .But after that story , he never missed his evening bath ever again .
A night came when my younger sister told a story, saying that once a family member died,the spirit visits the family it left .This story really scared the crap out of all of us considering the fact that grandma recently died .We hugged one another so tightly on the settee after the story .No none dared to move an inch.
Then suddenly, we had a shrilling noise from the kitchen.We all jumped out of our skins .I began to tremble like a leaf in winter.It was Charlotte who mustered the courage to go check the source of the noise ,but before going , she armed herself with a throw pillow from the couch .
As scared as the rest of us were ,we couldn't stay alone in the living room so we all decided to go together , but not without arming ourselves with available "weapons of destruction " as Shoes , TV remotes , a CD and a Superman toy for Jack.(I wonder what possible harm we would have done with all that).
We all stealthily entered the and ready to "charge" only to find out to our relief that the noise was from the boiling kettle .
Charlotte then convinced us to go back to the living room so she could run Jack a bath.After ten minutes and Charlotte wasn't back , we decided to go see what was keeping her ...together of course .On getting to the passage linking the living room to the kitchen , we met a figure clad in white apparel, moving in zombie-like manner towards us....A GHOST!!!!!!!!!
I Strongly believed that our screams that night got to heaven .I couldn't even run because terror kept me transfixed and rooted to the spot ...Then Jack slumped and fainted.At the same time , the "ghost" unclad from its apparel and it was no other than our very own sister , Charlotte .
She had run to the bedroom and put on a white robe to scare us .But she hadn't expected Jack's fainting .Jack was revived minutes later and Charlotte got the scolding of our lives .
We were also banned from telling ghosts stories again.
But with incident alone , ghost tales took a flight from our lips.
So if you're reading this story , never tell ghost stories .......They might come alive..
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