The French Ghost

I was cycling around my neighborhood which is in a very spooky area in Paris named Père Lachaise Cemetery. While cycling I noticed a house covered with poison green moss. The old creepy door was open. Shouting noises were coming out. That’s when I decided to go inside. I was always adventurous and loved nerve-racking stuff. The moment I entered the spooky place my legs started to shiver as if I caught a cold. I knew something was wrong. Maybe it was a ghost or a soul whatever. There was a prepossessing but demoralized painting of people dancing in a hall hanging on the dusty wall. I was so worried. I started to wonder about the situation when I heard an evil cackling. I turned towards the door to leave but I realized that the door was shut. I tried to open it but it was stuck because of rust. I was trapped. I decided to use my phone. I reached for the phone in my pocket when someone grabbed me from the back. It was a weird lady with an unusual smile and she was wearing the witch’s necklace which was stolen centuries ago. Was it the witch? “Aaaaah!”, I screamed. She had black frizzy hair, long and sharp nails, and had put on thick layers of eyeliner. She locked me in a cage and treated me like a prisoner. I felt miserable. How would I ever get out? I felt like I was Hansel but there was no Gretel to help. I was getting weaker and running out of ideas to escape. She had snatched away my phone so that I couldn’t communicate. Several days passed, and the witch thought of visiting her friend. She left with warning me not trying to escape. By the time she went, I was looking pale green just like the green moss I saw. Anyways, I didn’t lose my hopes and took advantage of the situation. Due to malnutrition, I got skinny. So, I tried to slip out of the gaps in the cage. It worked! Now all I had to do was reach the window and run away. I opened the window and jumped out of the house. I was delighted to feel the fresh air in my face again. But that wasn’t it. I turned back once and noticed a few mummies running behind me. Before they could catch me, I sprinted as fast I can. After a lot of running, the mummies were tired and went back. Coincidently, I also reached back home and stayed quiet about the whole incident, and continued on.