163. A ghost (Listen and Read)

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.

Lightning 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 lightning 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 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.