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Down the hallway I walked. I knew that fear of ghosts is contrary to science and reason. I knew that the floor would creak; a few roaches or mice would run around quickly; the darkness would play tricks on my mind with the half seen movements from the shadows. I knew that these inevitable occurrences in the vestibule would not raise a hypothesis relating to the existence of ghosts. Nonetheless, I cannot shake the feeling that, after strolling around for some time, my blood would run cold with fear, and prayer brought no psychological comfort. Although I did not pray at the time, the human mind doubts, and it tends to go against one's will. That being the case, it made the question Is someone there? inescapable, and I started to feel uneasy.
At the first sound I heard, I stopped, looked around thoroughly, and kept on walking. These noises continued for some time. It made my teeth chatter, my breathing not smooth, and my body tremble: I did not want to go on any further. Only at the thought of turning back was I completely terrorized at what stood in front of me. One can stay on denial, but at this point, nothing made rational sense anymore. Fear can lead you to the brink of terror, and terror can lead you beyond the brink of insanity. I was already not sane.
Whatever stood before me had a smoke like figure, except from its chest upward. Long fingers gripped my neck, and the loud screams from my mind echoed throughout the hall. The ghastly thing pushed its wrinkly skin away from its face to show a mouth. It was as big as its head and had a razor sharp denture. Its teeth sank deeply into my face and pulled away, stretching my skin as though it was rubber. The monster twisted its head countless times as it covered its wrinkly head with my flesh. Somehow I was still able to look at this horrifying spectacle, and my heart gave one last leap before I found myself screaming in my room.
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