Ok I just made this story based on something that happened to me a while ago, its called: NIGHTMARES.
I stood at the window and screamed. There was the woman with the dark cloak and the hood over her head. I never saw her face. She clutched a knife stained with blood. My blood. I looked at the deep slice in my arm and shuddered. This woman/ghost had been haunting me ever since I moved to this house. I looked at the time. 12 in the afternoon. I looked back out the window and Gaped in horror. She was gone. She could be anywhere. She could be in my room right now. I looked around uneasily. She wasn’t in here, then where could she be? I turned around and there she was. In my room. I screamed as she let out a hideous screech and held her knife high. I ran out of the room screaming and upstairs, where my mum was.
“Ally, Ally, what is it?” my mum said in despair.
“Help me,” I whispered through tears. Then I got up and grabbed my mum by the hand. “You have to see something,” I told her. She followed me downstairs into my room. The woman was gone. I felt relief wash over me. My mum rolled her eyes and went back upstairs. That night, I got in bed and drifted off to sleep. In my dream the woman was chasing me. Chasing me through a forest. She caught hold of my hand. I turned. Then I woke screaming, and of course looking at the foot of my bed. There stood the ghost woman. I screamed and got mum. Of course when I got back the woman was gone. Again. My mum went back upstairs. I heard a screech from outside and a knife scratching my window. I pulled the covers over my head and prayed she wouldn’t find me. The next morning it was unusually cold when I woke. I looked at my duvet. I was in shreds. I felt fear creep throughout my body, as my spine tingled. At least it’s not me in shreds. I looked around to see what other damage she had caused. Nothing was different. Just my duvet. Suddenly a pain hit my shin. I looked down. There was the woman’s knife, lodged into my shin. Tears welled up in my eyes. It hurt, sure, but I cried in fear as that hadn’t been there a few seconds ago, so obviously the ghost was in my room right now. And trying to kill me. Any other kid would have cried and cried with pain, but I’d rather this than being killed. Blood was flowing out of my wound and the knife was gone. I cursed at the invisible ghost. My blood was all over the bed and my mum would be worried. I went upstairs to find my mum and ask her for a bandage.
“Mum!,” I called. No reply. I went to my mums room to check on her. There she was, lying on her bed, in a pool of blood.
The part that happened to me was this part:
In my dream the woman was chasing me. Chasing me through a forest. She caught hold of my hand. I turned. Then I woke screaming, and of course looking at the foot of my bed. There stood the ghost woman. I screamed and got mum. Of course when I got back the woman was gone. Again. My mum went back upstairs. I heard a screech from outside and a knife scratching my window. I pulled the covers over my head and prayed she wouldn’t find me.