It was a cold, dark night. I was home alone. I always considered the night the best time to walk. I left the house and walked the dirty, dark streets of my neighborhood. I was alone, but I was never afraid of the dark, so I kept walking alone. I entered the park. An ugly gray rat passed in front of me. The sky was cloudy. After a big grove, someone was making a strange sound: ssssshhhhh. I wasn't interested, I thought maybe it was just in my vast imagination and full of horrible undead stories. That particular sound was heard repeatedly, I was terrified. I looked for the grove. Some ghost children looked terrified in my red eyes. They said in a calm voice, as if nothing had happened:
-I'll take care of you, honey. My sisters won't excuse you very quickly. You know you're wrong, but you don't want to confess.
I ran and stumbled. My knee was bleeding, but I got up and ran to my house. I locked the door. The ghost children followed me home, and waited all the time in front of my window. They grinned all night with a sly smile. As far as i know, they are still there this every day.
