Short Stories · Section 11

A ghost

One dark and gloomy night, I was sitting in my bedroom reading ghost stories. The stories were very scary. A storm was brewing outside my window.

Level: B1 · 37 sentences

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  1. One dark and gloomy night, I was sitting in my bedroom reading ghost stories.
  2. The stories were very scary. A storm was brewing outside my window.
  3. The wind began to howl, and the trees shook and bent in the wind.
  4. Lightning started to flash across the sky.
  5. I felt uneasy as I heard the low rumble of thunder.
  6. I glanced around my room.
  7. The shadows were deep and dark.
  8. The ghost stories were making my imagination play tricks on me.
  9. I thought that the shadows were moving.
  10. I looked under my bed to make sure that nothing was under there.
  11. I hid under the covers and peeked out.
  12. I was starting to hear things.
  13. A big streak of lightning flashed across the sky,
  14. and a loud clap of thunder made me jump.
  15. I was very nervous.
  16. All of a sudden, I heard a noise.
  17. It was coming from my closet.
  18. I thought that it must be a ghost.
  19. I looked out from under my covers and waited for the ghost to appear.
  20. My face was white, and I was very, very scared.
  21. Then, I heard the noise again.
  22. Yes, there was definitely a rustling in my closet.
  23. I stayed very still and did not make a sound.
  24. I watched the closet and hoped that the ghost would not come flying out at me.
  25. Something started to come out of the closet.
  26. I squeezed my eyes shut.
  27. I didn't dare look at the ghost.
  28. I heard it come out of the closet.
  29. I felt it jump up on my bed.
  30. I was still too scared to look.
  31. Then the ghost made a noise.
  32. It said, "meow".
  33. I opened my eyes and saw my kitten standing there.
  34. It was my kitten that had made the rustling noises in the closet.
  35. I laughed and felt very foolish.
  36. I have decided not to read ghost stories on dark stormy nights.
  37. I think my imagination plays tricks on me when I read ghost stories on nights like that.