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Secret spirit

-Can you keep a secret? I sighed. It's not my forte. But I did not want to lose Amy's trust. So I nodded. - I see spirits. - Really? - I saw one going up to my son's room last night. - A spirit? It could have been anyone. How do you know it's a spirit? - No one was there in the house. And would you believe, he woke up with fever. Amy looked troubled. - Stay with us tonight. I feel scared. I had errands to run. And there was a coffee meet with a friend. But I could not say no to her. When I walked into Amy's house it seemed like any other house. Double storied, normal, not where you would find spirits lurking. We had dinner and I decided to use the living room as I wanted to read. Amy's son seemed better today and chatted a bit. I was amid a mystery. A soldier lost in battle, presumed dead by his family. The son is in distress, being bullied by his friends, cornered, and suddenly appears the father. In uniform. I feel strange. The story, Amy's spirit, an alien house and someone is watching me. I turrn around. I see a silhouette. Just there. Just standing. And then it moves and I feel it's breath on me. And the hands slowly came on me with a pillow!!!! Am I dead? I let out a muffled scream. - Hey you need a pillow! Look how you are sleeping! There was Amy with a pillow! - Amy? My goodness, I almost saw the spirit! Amy looked strange! - Would you believe? I saw it come to the room, I thought it was you, and then I saw you sleeping without the pillow! - Can you keep a secret?

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  1. Abhishek19 August 2020 at 14:10

    I had no idea you were this good at telling stories ! I see you used the prompt on Reedsy. Wonderful ma'am. 😀

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    1. amrita22 August 2020 at 10:34

      Thank you...yes the Reedsy was the cue...but what if I tell you this this is true?

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