The Ghost in the Black Gown- Creative Writing

The Ghost in the Black Gown- Creative Writing
It was the year 1972 September 8th. The wind was gushing into my face; the rain was pelting down on my head. My car had just broken down in the middle of the woods and there was no kind of help in sight. There were heavy thunderstorms, and I heard the birds fluttering away. It was scary looking at the sky. I walked a few yards and I saw in the distance an eerie looking house. I was hesitant to go to the house for help but realized there was no other option. As I walked cautiously towards the house I heard the clock struck one from inside. I looked up as the moon shone brightly back at me. Knocking on the door I heard a creaking sound coming from inside. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint at any minute. I saw a dull sign on the door which read ?National Woods. In the darkness of the night the house looked grayish and it had two misty black doors: one was at the back and one was at the main entrance. It was huge and horrendous. Mrs. Brown, the lady of the house opened the door.
She looked like she was in her late 60s. She obviously looked disturbed and angry at my unexpected knock on the door at this time of the night. I could hear some sinister noises from the background and I was having second thoughts, but I quickly introduced myself and explained to her that I needed to stay for the night as my car had broken down and I had nowhere else to go. I told her that I would pay her for her hospitality. Surprisingly, she agreed and said, ?Yes, you can stay for one night. I am Mrs. Brown.? Relieved, I had a place to stay the night I thanked her and walked into the house. The floorboards creaked as I followed Mrs. Brown as she led me to the room I would be sleeping in. On the way to the room, we saw a man mopping the floors, which I thought was very odd considering the time. Mrs. Brown introduced him to be Mr. Birch, the cleaner of the house. I said hello to him and continued to follow Mrs. Brown very closely. I don?t know why, but for some reason I felt like there was something very peculiar about this house. Finally, we reached the room I was to stay in. It was a multi colored room with red dead flowers lying on the bed and had double glazed windows which had cobwebs all over. Somehow I felt I would not be able to sleep in this room knowing that there were webs in every corner of the room. Mrs. Brown said, ?Goodnight. I?ll see you in the morning,? and she left. As I sat down on the bed, I saw a huge spider run across the room. I ran out of the room and down the stairs. I just missed a step and I fell over bashing my head towards the brown greasy wall. Mr. Birch came sprinting to me and asked if I needed help. I said, ?No, I?m fine. Just missed a step. I am actually quite scared of spiders so when I saw one I freaked out.? ?Oh don?t worry,? he said, ?they won?t harm you.? ?I can?t sleep, is there any chance I could get a glass of milk?? I asked. ?Yeah, sure! Follow me.? He replied. I followed him to the kitchen and I sat down on the kitchen table as he handed me the glass of milk. He whispered to me, ?I?ll have a glass of milk as well and give you company.? I secretly felt relieved that he would stay. I definitely wouldn?t like to be left alone in this creepy house. Mr. Birch seemed like a very decent and polite man. Trying to make conversation I asked him, ?How long have you been working here?? To which he replied, ?6 years!? ?6 years!!? I exclaimed, with my eyes wide open. ?Carol isn?t it?? he asked, ?Do you want to hear something very spooky?? Warily I replied, ?Yes ok.? ?There has been a rumor about this house. It?s not what it seems!? he says in a loud whisper. He hesitates for a while and then continues to say, ?Many years ago before Mrs. Brown came to live in the house, a small girl was murdered in this house. The room you are sleeping in tonight used to be hers.? Although the story was starting to sound a bit made up, I continued to listen. ?The rumor is that the little girl has come back as a ghost and she moves around the house wearing a black gown, and she has a very pale face.? ?Have you ever seen her?? I stammered He replied, ?Oh dear, if I had seen her, I would not be sitting in front of you at the moment telling you all this. It is believed that whoever she sees eye to eye dies the very next day with a serious illness which cannot be cured. There are people on their deathbeds who claim that they have seen her and everyone so far who have claimed this have died.? Although, I didn?t believe a word he said, I felt the glass of milk shaking rapidly in my hands which caused the milk to spill. It was almost 2 o?clock in the morning and my eyes were starting to feel heavy so I excused myself and started walking towards my room. As I walked out of the kitchen I heard Mr. Birch call out, ?Be careful!? Up the stairs I went and was walking on the corridor towards my room when I felt like someone was watching me. At first, I just thought I was being paranoid and was terrified to look back. It was quite chilly in the corridor, so I hurried towards my room when I heard a noise behind me. I didn?t want to look back but I did! There I saw the ghost just as Mr. Birch had described: the black gown and the pale face. Our eyes met and I felt the blood throbbing through my veins. I was so terrified I just walked back to the room and tried to sleep, all the time thinking whether I would wake up the next day, and get out of this house to go back home to my son. I just wish I do! The question is will she or will she not?

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