he large spacious room stood cold, gloomy and dimly-lit. The fire was slowly but surely going out. The silence was overwhelming, so much so that the occasional crackling of the dying flames and the uneven scratching of pen against paper were magnified.

The sudden rush of cool air from the open window against Jenny's cheeks brought about her goosebumps. The atmosphere was tense...... and eerie...... Somewhere in the house, an old grandfather's clock chimed. Once, twice, three times...... twelve times.

Jenny jumped violently from the essay she had been working on. "It's only the clock," she thought, as she returned to her ghost story only to spot, from the corner of her eye, a ghostly figure near the door. Her spine stiffened and her blood ran cold as she lifted her bent head to take a better look at her unexpected visitor.

A cloud of cold mist surrounded him. He seemed translucent, Jenny could see and hear the antique oak door creaking shut behind him. Outside in the dark woods nearby, a full moon shone brightly above a howling wolf as a mysterious figure lurked among the shadows of the tall pine trees......

The End

Story by: Magdalene, age 15, Singapore

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