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One dark and gloomy night, I was sitting in my bedroom reading ghost stories.
The stories were very scary.
A storm was brewing outside my window.
The wind began to howl, and the trees shook and bent in the wind.
Lightening started to flash across the sky.
I felt uneasy as I heard the low rumble of thunder.
I glanced around my room.
The shadows were deep and dark.
The ghost stories were making my imagination play tricks on me.
I thought that the shadows were moving.
I looked under my bed to make sure that nothing was under there.
I hid under the covers and peeked out.
I was starting to hear things.
A big streak of lightening flashed across the sky, and a loud clap of thunder made me jump.
I was very nervous.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise.
It was coming from my closet.
I thought that it must be a ghost.
I looked out from under my covers and waited for the ghost to appear.
My face was white, and I was very, very scared.
Then, I heard the noise again.
Yes, there was definitely a rustling in my closet.
I stayed very still and did not make a sound.
I watched the closet and hoped that the ghost would not come flying out at me.
Something started to come out of the closet.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
I didn’t dare to look at the ghost.
I heard it come out of the closet.
I felt it jump up on my bed.
I was still too scared to look.
Then the ghost made a noise.
It said, “meow.”
I opened my eyes and saw my kitten standing there.
It was my kitten that had made the rustling noises in the closet.
I laughed and felt very foolish.
I have decided not to read ghost stories on dark stormy nights.
I think my imagination plays tricks on me when I read ghost stories on nights like that.
Pada suatu malam yang gelap dan suram, saya sedang duduk di kamar tidur membaca cerita hantu. Cerita-ceritanya sangat menakutkan. Badai sedang terjadi di luar jendela saya. Angin mulai menderu, dan pepohonan bergoyang dan membungkuk tertiup angin. Kilat mulai menyambar di langit. Saya merasa tidak nyaman saat mendengar gemuruh guntur yang rendah. Saya melirik ke sekeliling kamar saya. Bayangan itu dalam dan gelap. Cerita hantu membuat imajinasi saya mempermainkan saya. Saya pikir bayangan itu bergerak. Saya melihat ke bawah tempat tidur saya untuk memastikan tidak ada apa pun di sana. Saya bersembunyi di bawah selimut dan mengintip keluar. Saya mulai mendengar hal-hal. Kilatan petir besar menyambar langit, dan suara guntur yang keras membuat saya melompat. Saya sangat gugup. Tiba-tiba, saya mendengar suara. Itu berasal dari lemari saya. Saya pikir itu pasti hantu. Saya melihat keluar dari bawah selimut saya dan menunggu hantu itu muncul. Wajah saya pucat, dan saya sangat, sangat ketakutan. Kemudian, saya mendengar suara itu lagi. Ya, pasti ada suara gemerisik di lemari saya. Saya tetap diam dan tidak mengeluarkan suara. Saya mengawasi lemari dan berharap hantu itu tidak keluar dan menyerang saya. Sesuatu mulai keluar dari lemari. Saya memejamkan mata. Saya tidak berani melihat hantu itu. Saya mendengar ia keluar dari lemari. Saya merasakannya melompat ke tempat tidur saya. Saya masih terlalu takut untuk melihat. Kemudian hantu itu mengeluarkan suara. Ia berkata, "meong." Saya membuka mata dan melihat anak kucing saya berdiri di sana. Anak kucing saya lah yang membuat suara gemerisik di lemari. Saya tertawa dan merasa sangat bodoh. Saya telah memutuskan untuk tidak membaca cerita hantu di malam badai yang gelap. Saya pikir imajinasi saya mempermainkan saya ketika saya membaca cerita hantu di malam-malam seperti itu.