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Belief in ghosts is a topic that has long been debated. Some
people believe in their existence while others do not. I used to be among
the latter group until a fateful Sunday a year ago, when I had a paranormal
experience that changed my perspective. I went on a vacation to Malacca with
my friends, Ben, Chris, and David, during the school holidays. Our host, a
relative of one of my friends, welcomed us to his home in a peaceful
village, which was a far cry from the hustle and bustle of the city where we
lived. We spent our days leisurely, fishing in the river and climbing trees
to pluck rambutans and mangoes. Life in the village seemed carefree and
relaxed.
One day, Ben told us about a haunted house on the outskirts of the village.
He claimed that the house was very old and in a state of disrepair, and none
of the villagers would go near it. At first, we thought he was joking until
our host, Tom, confirmed that there was indeed such a house. He also advised
us to stay away from it, but we were skeptical and didn't believe in ghosts,
so we ignored his warning.
That night, David suggested that we go to the haunted house and prove to the
superstitious villagers that ghosts did not exist. We all agreed and set off
towards the house with torchlights in hand. When we arrived, we felt a
sudden chill, even though there was no breeze. The house had no door, and we
entered boldly. The interior was littered with bits and pieces of old
furniture, cobwebs hung from the walls and ceilings, and insects and birds
had built their nests inside. We chuckled at the sight, thinking that it was
amusing that the smallest of creatures had made the place their home when
humans had abandoned it.
Suddenly, we heard a bloodcurdling scream that made our hairs stand on end,
and a ghostly apparition appeared before us. It was the face of the ugliest
woman we had ever seen, with long scars and maggots and worms oozing out of
her open wounds. She was floating in the air, and her feet were not visible.
We were stunned for a few seconds before we turned and ran for our lives. We
ran all the way back to Tom's house, locked ourselves in our room, and
caught our breath.
The next day, we were all struck with high fever, and Tom called the doctor.
We each received an injection and a prescription for medication and were
bedridden for three days. When we recovered, we recounted our experience to
Tom. He smiled and said that he had expected it as it was strange that all
four of us fell ill at the same time. He explained that certain things could
not be explained by science, but that did not mean that they were not true.
In conclusion, my experience at the haunted house made me a believer in
ghosts. It showed me that there are things in this world that cannot be
explained by science or logic, and it opened my eyes to the possibility of
the paranormal. |
