Every night before I sleep, I talk to my father on the phone, for he works at night and does not return until late hours. I always ask him to wake me when he returns home. I try to sleep in the frightening darkness, but the squeaking sound of doors disturbs my comfort and makes me unable to fall into deep sleep. I try to hide under my blanket, and then I feel some kind of safety. But suddenly I feel a touch on my cheek! Oh God, it’s a ghost chasing me.
Thus every night in my room, scary and dark. Every morning when I wake up, my mother warns me not to make any sound or noise, because my father comes tired and sleeps in his bed in the morning. But I miss him a lot. Before I go to school, I enter his room and approach him quietly to place a kiss on his cheek.
But who is sleeping in his bed? Oh God, it’s a ghost! My father has turned into a ghost. Help, help me! I will quickly escape to school. My friends always say I’m a coward. What injustice! They know nothing. They are unaware of the ghost that follows me in every room of the house at night and does not let me enjoy peaceful sleep.
When I return home, anxiety overcomes me, and I search in every corner of the house. When I find no ghosts, I feel comfort and reassurance and begin to play. But with the coming of night, my fears return anew, and I remain terrified of the squeaking sound of doors and the ghost’s touch on my face. But on this night, I decided to face my fear, so I did not sleep and kept waiting for the ghost to come.
After midnight, I heard the sound of my father’s car arrival, and I heard the squeaking sound of doors, then I felt a touch on my cheek. Oh God, it’s my father’s touch! From that night, I no longer feared any ghosts, and I no longer worried about the squeaking sound of doors. On the contrary, I began to fall into deep sleep.