During our visit to Malaysia, my grandparents, parents, siblings and I visited a scary ghost house at Genting Highlands, which is a hill station game resort. We got into a lift with some sort of creeper in the windows and no light. When we got inside the room, the ghost closed the door and started screaming. Hearing this, we too started screaming. In another room, there was a screen and some bullets were shot at it, causing blood to ooze out. Gross!
Ghosts kept popping up from nowhere. I was scared stiff, tightly held my grandpa’s shirt and screamed my head off. I couldn’t close my eyes as I was curious to what would come next. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Behind me, some Malaysian locals were screaming back at the ghosts, which was funny. This gave me courage.
That night, we went to watch a 4D movie and I was on my way to the ticket counter. I suddenly screamed and ran back. I mistook a lady who was bending down tying her shoelace, for a ghost. The ghost house had scared me quite a bit. Though a little scary, my trip to the ‘ghost house’ shall always remain a memorable experience for me.
Namita Nair, Vl , St.Thomas Residential School, Thiruvananthapuram
