Slowly and frightenly, I was walking in the street
with the eggs and sugar in my hand.
It was nearly midnight. All the shops
were closed, expect the one i bought.The street
bore a deep silence, as though some strange thing
is going to happen.The dark made me
remember the ghost stories I read. I was
afraid that ghosts are going to follow me. Suddenly
I heard a strange noise, which turned my pressure high,
and the drops of sweats were rolling down from
my face. I turned back and found nothing! !
I shivered seeing a big, strange shadow with a
tail on the wall. The eggs fell down,
and sugar too. I found the shadow nearing me.
I was ready to run, with whole of my energy,
A slow meowing interrupted me and I found
the owner of that shadow was none other than
my street cat! ! , which ran away seeing me.
Then I made my way back home swinging my hands.
sinthu nathan
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