I was walking in the balcony of our family gathering house on the first floor, everyone was in the living room downstairs talking. While walking near the stairs. I saw a brutally chopped hand, I stared at it for four or five seconds, and I couldn't believe there was a hand suddenly noticed a figure in one of the room. I ran downstairs and told everyone what I saw, they thought I'm crazy and laughed. Then I saw him coming in with 8 or 9 year old kids. I walked near the stairs and heard shrill low scream from up. My body went cold, but somehow I came back and tried to tell my family again but they shut me down again. I asked for a phone, they gave it just for fun. I first closed the glass front door downstairs, where the living room, kitchen, and two bedrooms were. Then I called 112 on speaker and made his video of taking small kids upstairs. He noticed me, he smirked and slowly walked to the front door. I ran towards the back door but he came there like he knew I was going there. I fought him and somehow locked the door. To save others too I ran towards the kitchen to close the door. He came there too, before he could even touch it I locked it. He looked frustrated but smiled.
Now we both were standing on the front door, he outside staring straight into my soul. I was shivering but thinking fast. He started looking here and there and suddenly his eyes stopped on something, I followed his gaze and fear shot through my bones. The door beside me was not locked. He kicked the door before I could even close it, picked me up in his arms and turned. I freed myself from him and ran. He came behind me trying to catch me. He was very far away from me but I was too afraid to stop when I heard a shot........police came and he died at the spot...........
I'm at home back
(White walls, peeling door paint and moss.) I can feel someone's presence in my house. I feel like he is here somewhere in this house waiting for the right moment to do what he can't with me. My family is trying to calm down by a birthday celebration. But I can't ignore that lingering feeling of being seen. I came back to my room to calm myself and hopped on bed. A shiver runs through me. He was in the closet—that psychopath who was going to kill me. I screamed and ran.
I started searching the whole house cause I saw a video that said ghosts only appear if something important to them is still around. I searched every room, every corner of the house, but I got nothing. I was tired and came to my little sister's room. I was sitting on her bed. Suddenly saw her diary was thicker than before all this. I took it and opened a small paper diary there. My brain stopped working because that diary was in that psychopath's hand when he saw me looking, I understood everything. I took that diary and put it in the oven but his ghost came out of the blue and now he can touch me, he slapped me. We fought, I didn't know how to fight a ghost. But I tried—Suddenly I felt pain in my throat. I looked at him, he stared right through me like I am a ghost and walked right through me. I felt that pain fading away and light—light which is impossible to see………We both disappeared in the air.
