Thursday, June 09, 2011

Ghost story by Rahman Bin Badri - Book review

One young man was a gangster. He went into camp with his friends. Nobody dare to touch or scold him. He became very proud and said that he is not scare of anything at all. He said whoever dare to touch him would be beaten up.

One night, he had to go toliet .He went to the toliet and the lights started flicking on and off. He thought it was somebody switching it on and off .The gangster shouted,"whoever is out there switching the lights on and off if I know who you are I am going to beat you up!" Then ,when he was going out, the door would not open. He also thought the person was holding the toliet door not letting him out. He then shouted again,"whoever is out there, it is not funny!"  After saying that ,the door could open. He could not see anybody running away. Then the light went off by itself. He then touch something that had two holes and no gap inbetween them. He wonder what was that. When the lights flick on,he found out it was a skull!!!!!!!

 He quickly walked away from the skull and heard a lady calling the gangster.He thought it was his friend immitating in a lady voice and he walked towards the source of the sound.To his horror it was a lady with no head!!! He stood rooted to the ground as he was very terrified. The lady ghost asked him to help her picked up her skull but the gangster was too afraid to run away. The lady ghost picked up the skull and her face appeared. Then she said,"I heard that you are not scare of anything is it?" then the gangsterscream very loudly and run out of the toliet.Everybody that heard him scream was outside the toliet. Some people said that if he wake them up with no reason they will tied him to the bed naked and put him in the parade square.

The gangster said that there was a ghost inside and everybody went inside but found nothing. After they had tied him naked on the bed in the parade sqaure,the morning security guard check the parade square found him there.He swored that he will never bully people again.

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