When people say, "don't go into the garage there's a ghost in there" as a joke, you don't realize until you go in there that they aren't joking.
I was 14 and my mum asked me to go and get some posters for the wall out of the garage. It wasn't the best day either, things were going wrong all day, there was a huge storm, and a power out, and the cat was ill with a cold. So going into the garage seemed a bad idea. The power out was taking a creepy effect as well!
In the pouring rain I ran to the garage and struggled to get the key in. Then I could have sworn someone called my name! When I opened the door, a huge gust of not cold but hot air rushed out, it wasn't nice against the rain either, it was to hot and humid. I turned on my torch and went towards the posters. There were three, one Winnie the pooh one, A lady heir (a picture of a lady as a young princess) and a creepy witch one. This is the one that nearly gave me a heart attack.
This witch poster wasn't the general, green face wart on the nose, broomstick witch. This was the most beautiful woman you will ever see. She had long blonde hair down to her waist, a long black (cleavage showing) dress, emerald eyes and a pearl the size of a golf ball in her hand. I shined the torch on it and sighed in relief and fear. You see this poster was left in the attic of an old lady who was an evil woman who hated children and anything cute. She had this poster because she believed when she was younger she looked like that. When the old lady died, the poster had our address on the back of it, and so we inherited it. But we decided to sell them all.
But I wished I looked like her too she was stunning! But on the poster was something I had never noticed before. Writing that said "Kill all light, seek all death, have revenge, and steal your theft." The bad thing was I read it out loud, and all of a sudden the power came back on, the garage door swung shut, and the poster fell down. I screamed in shock and spun round to see a figure of a tall person. It had bright green eyes, and a glowing pearl. I knew who it was. It was the witch. (You may be asking how I knew she was a witch.) The answer is because she told me. She screeched, "I am the witch the curse the death in your night mare, I say my words" The light bulb cracked, I was screaming in terror on the floor, she then vanished. Only what was left was a letter, and guess who was it from? The witch or the old lady? The answer is both; it was signed "The witch of curses, Mrs Balioli"
To this day it gives me night mares and I am 20 years old now. Me and my husband are spiritual advisers!
The truth is don't be scared to be afraid of what you think isn't real!