You know the feeling, the cold prickly sensation that starts at the back of your neck. Goosebumps! You are sure someone is standing behind you. You turn around. No one is there. Or are they?
I would like to explain, real life stories into fiction.
An old lady praying, suddenly she sees her maid, staring at her, blood running down her templets, hair all ruffled. She takes her name, asks her to come close, worried and terrified, wondering what happened to her, but instead of coming close to her she runs away. The old lady, or as I might say, my grandmother, sits theres all puzzled, pondering on the fact, what just happened, when all of a sudden the same maids, comes down the stairs singing a song, perfectly fine. Grandmother, recalls her name, asks her what just happened, the maid having no clue of what happened.
Was it a dream? It possibly couldn't be a dream, nightmare would be more like it. Was it a prank, but how could it be a prank? The only explanation could be a spirit or as we call it a ghost.