Gerry and some friends were walking along a deserted stretch of road. They were
on their way to a friend's birthday bash
when their car ran out of petrol. There was no emergency telephone in sight so
they decided to walk to the nearest petrol station to get some help. It was late
at night. They felt cold as the night wind blew on their faces as it swept along
the hard road.
One by one, they grew weary of their long walk. They looked
ahead and saw nothing but dried leaves and sand. There was no sign of any petrol
station ahead. They took a detour into the
wooded area beside the road and followed a muddy path. After only ten minutes,
they saw a large abandoned house. It looked eerie with its shattered glass
windows and unmended window pane. But the boys were too tired to think of
anything else but rest. They settled themselves in a corner of what seemed to be
the living room and fell fast asleep.
In the middle of the night, one of the boys was rudely awakened by the sound
of footsteps coming down the stairs. His hair stood on end as he thought he saw
a white figure coming towards him. He yelled as loud as he could to wake the
others. Although they were half asleep, they saw the floating figure and
scrambled their way out of the house in fright.