Was My Mind Playing Tricks on me?

    I was alone in the house reading a scary-ghost-story. As snow fell silently outside, the only sound was the ticking of my old grandfather clock. The dying fire cast an orange glow onto the walls of my study.

    I was absorbed in the story when suddenly I began to fell that someone was watching me. The clock stopped ticking, I looked around, but I could see no one was- my mind playing tricks on me. 

    Trying to ignore my intense fears I returned to my book after. A few seconds though the book was knocked to the floor by an unseen hand. “Who’s there?!”  I cried. I saw something standing in front of me. That made my blood runs cold. A shadowy white ghost pointed a pale finger at me. It`s mouth moved: “Come on”. “Come with me”, it said.

    “What do you want? “, I managed to ask shaking with fear. The ghost took me by the hand and led me to the window; just as we reached it the clock truck twelve. Mysteriously I found myself back in my armchair. My book was beside me. I looked around, but only Murk, my cat, was in the room, trying to make herself comfortable on my lap. “Where’s the ghost?” I wondered. Than laughed at myself. “I`d better stop reading ghost-stories”, I thought. But then I felt a cold wind blowing in through the now open window.