Psst!
Frightened, I jumped a little from my bed. I’ve been hearing that same sound since that cold Friday night. I gripped the pillow with my hands, my fingers buried into it. My body began to shake again disturbingly. My alarmed eyes wandered throughout my small bedroom.
I’m not crazy… I’m not crazy…
I began to repeat those words which I thought could help me calm down. Everyday. Every night. I couldn’t sleep well because of that strange noise circling around my room.
A ghost? No, didn’t think so. I never believed those unnatural beings to exist.
I felt a dark and strong aura wrapping around my body. The little hairs on my arm straight that gave slight chills to my bones. I took a big hard swallow. I closed my eyes and wrapped my royal blue blanket all over me.
Psst!
Not again.
"I’m not crazy… " I whispered faintly.
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This is actually my first submitted work here in Fantasy Short Stories section.

