THE DAY OF HORROR IN THE BUNGALOW
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Mary Watson, the care taker, was placing dust sheets on the floors and furnitures. The fast blowing winds from Pacific Ocean came and she listened the voice of footprints coming near to her..
She afraids! but make patience but nobody there...
Goosebumps peppered her skin like Braille and a cold draught of air circled her ankles like the ghost of a long-dead cat. No such things as ghosts.
Her childhood was full of hardwork. Her parents died when she was 8 years, from that she had no one left for her. She became alone in this world. She has to do work in different houses for filling her belly...
After the hardwork, she got this job and doesn't want to loose it anyway..
Few minutes later she listened the same voice belong. ‘Is anyone th-there?’ Her voice echoed in the silence, her heart thumping so loudly she could hear it booming in her ears.
She prepared herself and said who's gonna come in this Northern bungalow ????? Larry the new heir to the estate, was working abroad in America Fear crept up her spine with ice-cube-clad feet, her breathing coming to a halt when a tall figure materialised out of the shadows...
Mary?? said Larry with a heavy frown. ‘What are you doing up here?’
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