I Had Growing Up I spent my childhood in a small village with dark, deserted streets and eerie tales common. But one night, I witnessed something that still haunts me to this day.
It was a winter night. My younger brother and I were in our grandmother’s room, listening to her stories. Outside, the wind howled, and dogs barked strangely. Grandma told us an old tale about a haunted tree near the village. Jokingly, I said, "Let’s go see if there’s really something there!"
My brother was scared, but I was stubborn. We slipped quietly out the back door and headed for the tree. The wind grew stronger as if trying to stop us. As we got closer, we suddenly heard a moaning sound. Our feet froze in place.
On one of the branches, a shadowy figure covered in white cloth was swaying. Eyes that sparkled like flaming embers were on it. My brother and I screamed, but our feet felt stuck to the ground. The figure suddenly fell from the tree and let out a terrible laugh. We both fainted.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in my grandmother’s room. The elders of the village sat around us as my mother wept. "I warned you! ", Grandma declared. There is no one there!" After that day, I never went near that tree again. I still get chills in my spine when I think about that night, even to this day.