Sunday, 25 October 2009

  • The Haunted House

    do you remember Every kid has a tale to tell about the haunted house across the street. I'm one of those kids. As a kid, passing by the so-called haunted house was like a test of courage. The tiny strands of hair in my back stood as the eerie silence fill the atmosphere. My legs started to shake and I tried my hardest not to shut my eyes. I remembered the stories they tell me about this house. Some say that a maiden in white is usually seen sitting by the swing (it's covered by the bushes) with a melancholic look in her face. Some say that they hear piano music coming from inside the deserted house. Although I've never come face to face with the maiden or hear the piano music, thinking about it scared me half to death. Those tales were enough to drain the colour from my cheeks when I pass by the old deserted house.

    Now that I'm old enough to know better, passing by the old house isn't much of a problem. If a girl in white shows up by the swing... then so be it. I'd probably think of it as the manifestation of my childhood fear. Anyway... childhood memories are sweet. No matter how spooky they may be.

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