MidReal Story
Whispers of the Haunted Night
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Once upon a time, in a small town, there was a little girl named Emily.
She was six years old and had short, curly brown hair and big, round eyes.
She was also very imaginative and easily scared.
Every night before she went to bed, her mother would read her a bedtime story.
One night, Emily’s mother read her a story about a haunted house that was located on the outskirts of town.
The house was old and abandoned and no one knew who lived there or why it was haunted.
The story went on to say that every night at midnight, the ghost of the old woman who lived in the house would come out of the attic and walk around the house three times before disappearing into thin air.
Emily’s mother closed the book and kissed her goodnight before turning off the light and leaving the room.
Emily lay in bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the haunted house in the story her mother had just read her.
It was just a story, she told herself, trying to push the thought out of her mind.
She closed her eyes and tried to think happy thoughts, but the more she tried to forget about the story, the more it haunted her.
She couldn’t help but imagine the old woman walking around the house at midnight, her ghostly figure illuminated by the light of the moon.
Emily shivered at the thought.
She didn’t like scary things, but she couldn’t help but be afraid of them.
She knew that there was no way that a ghost could come out of an attic and walk around a house three times before vanishing into thin air, but that didn’t stop the fear from gripping her heart.
She knew she should stop thinking about it, but she couldn’t help it.
She was wide awake now and had been tossing and turning in bed for what felt like hours.
The house was quiet and dark, except for the dim light that filtered through her window from the full moon outside.
Emily could hear every creak and groan as the old house settled for the night, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
She wished she were braver, but she just wasn’t.
She was afraid of everything—monsters under the bed, ghosts in the closet, and even shadows on the wall.
It didn’t help that she had such an overactive imagination.
Her friends Tommy and Sarah were always telling her that she worried too much and that there was nothing to be scared of, but they just didn’t understand.
They were older than her and would never be afraid of something like this, but they were also taller than her, so they didn’t have to worry about monsters under their beds or ghosts in their closets.
Emily knew that she shouldn’t be scared of a ghost walking around a house at midnight, but she couldn’t help it.
It was just too scary for her to think about, especially when she was lying in her bed in the dark all by herself.
Suddenly, Emily heard a faint sound coming from outside her window, and it made her sit up in bed with a start.
She strained her ears to try and listen to what it was, but all she could hear was the sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside.
She crept out of bed and tiptoed over to her window so that she could get a better look outside.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she peered through the glass into the darkness, but all she could see was the old house looming in the distance.
There was no sign of any ghosts or anything else out of the ordinary.
Emily let out a sigh of relief and climbed back into bed, trying to shake away the silly thoughts that had been going through her head.
She knew that there was nothing to be afraid of and that everything was going to be all right.
Emily peered out of her bedroom window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure that she had heard lurking outside.
The moon cast an eerie light across the darkened yard, illuminating the overgrown grass that surrounded the house.
She held her breath, listening for the faint sound that had woken her.
But there was nothing.
She squinted her eyes and scanned the yard, looking for any sign of movement in the darkness.
And that’s when she saw it.
The figure stood at the edge of the yard, its tattered shawl billowing in the night breeze.
It was the ghostly old woman from the story, her eyes fixed on something in the distance as she stood motionless in the moonlight.
Emily’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the figure turn and disappear into the shadows, leaving behind only the sound of her cackling laughter.
A chill ran down Emily’s spine as she backed away from the window, her eyes wide with fear.
She turned and ran to the door, throwing it open and racing down the hall to find her mother.
“Mom!”she yelled as she burst into her parents’ room, “There’s something outside my window!”
Emily’s mother sat up in bed, looking worried as she listened to her daughter’s story.
“Are you sure it wasn’t just your imagination?”
she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind Emily’s ear.
Her father sat up in bed, his brow furrowed with concern as he looked at his daughter.
“Why don’t you come into bed with us for a little while?”
he said, patting the space next to him.
Emily didn’t need to be asked twice.
She climbed into bed between her parents, pulling the covers up to her neck as she snuggled close to them for comfort.
Her mother wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as she began to stroke Emily’s hair.
“Everything is going to be all right,” she whispered, “I’m right here with you.”
But Emily couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her, something that was lurking just outside the safety of their home.
She shivered as the wind howled outside, wrapping its icy fingers around the house as it whistled through the trees.
The following night, I couldn’t help but peer out of my bedroom window once again.
I was relieved to see that there was nothing lurking outside this time, but I still felt a little uneasy after last night’s events.
I was just about to climb into bed when something caught my eye in the distance.
I stared in disbelief as I saw it—the abandoned house from my mother’s story, looming ominously in the darkness just a few blocks away.
I couldn’t believe my eyes; the haunted house from my imagination was a very real structure, standing in stark contrast to its surroundings against a backdrop of a moonlit night.
Its windows were shattered, its paint peeling, and ivy had grown up its walls like skeletal fingers reaching out from beyond the grave.
My heart raced in my chest as I looked at it in horror, knowing that it was within walking distance of my home.
Suddenly, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and my blood ran cold as I saw her—the ghostly old woman standing on the lawn of the haunted house, her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine.
I couldn’t bear to look at her any longer; she terrified me more than she ever had before, and I had no intention of sticking around long enough for her to get me this time.
Without thinking, I dashed over to my window and flung it open, sticking my head out as far as I dared before calling out into the night in a loud voice—
It took me a moment to realize what I was doing, but once I had there was no stopping me.
Tommy lived next door to me, while Sarah’s house was on the other side—he would be able to hear me if I shouted loud enough, and they would always come running if I needed them (even at this time of night).
The ghostly old woman had begun to move now, her shuffling footsteps echoing across the lawn as she advanced towards the road—towards me—and I could feel the fear rising inside me like a tidal wave as I called for my friends with all the strength that I could muster in my tiny lungs.
The figure continued to advance as I shouted for Tommy and Sarah, and I could have sworn that she was moving towards me faster than before as I screamed in terror for them to come and save me from her deadly clutches.
It felt like an eternity had passed before there was any response, but in reality it had only been a few moments before I heard the sound of the doors opening in the neighboring houses and saw figures appearing in their windows as they heard my screams and came to investigate what was going on.
Somebody grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from the window just as another figure appeared in Tommy’s bedroom next door; I saw him silhouetted against the soft glow of his nightlight, looking out towards me with concern etched on his face as he called my name.
“Emily, what’s wrong?”
he shouted through the darkness, “Why were you screaming?”
Tears poured down my face as I saw him standing there; I couldn’t help but feel relieved now that he was here to save me.
“It’s her!”
I wailed in response, “She’s coming for me!
Thank God you’re here—I need your help!”
Tommy looked confused for a second before realization dawned on him.
