The Night The Ghost Hunted Us.

It was a cold Friday night when my cousins and I visited our grandmother in the village. After supper, we sat around the fire, telling stories and laughing. Little did we know that the night would turn into our worst nightmare.

At midnight, we heard someone knocking on the door. Knock! Knock! Knock! We became silent. Grandmother had already gone to bed.

"Who is there?" my cousin Brian asked.

Nobody answered.

Suddenly, the door opened slowly. A tall figure wearing a dirty white dress stood outside. Its face was pale, its eyes were red, and blood was dripping from its mouth.

We froze like statues.

"RUN!"...