SPOOKY STORIES By Colombo students

Curiosity is a characteristic of the human being as a species.

This is what prompted many people to discover or invent things,

and so

we develop our societies and technology. But there are times

where it is better not to pry, especially when it comes to ghosts.

Soil suffer from insomnia. Bored of lying sleepless I got up and went to the window overlooking the street.

The morning was very advanced, from the darkness of my room I opened the

curtain a little and I looked down the street. A woman walked slowly across

the street, turned and buried in a wall, went through the wall as if it

did not exist and disappeared.

That picture caused me tremendous impression, the

little sleep I had completely dissipated. Remembering the woman, I

became aware of the strangeness of their

appearance: She wore a hat and his clothes looked old.

There were doubts that I had seen a ghost.

When he arrived the next morning, I was sitting next to the window, the camera in my hands, and anxiety

in my eyes. The woman reappeared, before it disappeared in the same part of the wall last night,

got take several photos. The yellow light of the street played against the quality of the photos,

especially not distinguish his face. I had long wanted to buy a camcorder, in the early hours of the

morning I went out and bought one.

Arrange the chair as he had cast the morning before I opened the curtain with one hand, the other held my newly acquired

camera. I find it very distressing to try to describe the shock that I took, and terror I experienced when looking toward the street, saw the horrific and grotesque ghost woman face nearly pressed against the glass, his eyes fixed on mine. I do not know how long he was looking at me while babbling and dripping black liquid by mouth and eyes wide. I ended up fainting on the floor and woke up when it was daylight. Since that night I see your shadow on the window glass pats or spider, racking my sleepless mornings.