Ryland's Paranormal Ordeal- A funny ghost story.
(At my home, at about nine o’ clock in the evening, tired and fit to sleep, I was excited for a ghost movie next morning)
“Ryland”, called my extremely irked mom, because I guess I had not done the night-brush it seems. “What’s the matter mom? “, I responded quickly. “You haven’t called Ricky yet. I guess you are really too busy, huh?” mom mocked at me sarcastically. I just secured the newly purchased mobile (of my dad!) into my hands in a flash and dialled his number. He got to his phone real fast I guess, and he answered, “Ricky Rickets, general manager of the Ghost Club, speaking”. “This fellow is quite brisk at marketing!” thought I to myself. I felt to as though toss the handy into the paper bin just for the fact that my besty friend had not even saved my number! Sometimes a free ticket to the cinemas won’t help your cause. With the extreme gut feeling, I went to sleep. Finally, the tiring night had swept away from my reminiscent mind. Off, I rushed into the cinemas with my friend waiting there for the past hour. I admit I slept a bit too long. The film was a too slapstick one in which a fiery ghost kept riding a bike while killing a thousand others. I divulge, I had been to the restroom quite often! Next he narrated his plans for tomorrow, which I accepted patronizingly though it induced a premonitory chill up my spine! I am kind of a set forth person who doesn’t like to indulge in non-adventurous activities. “RYLAND, come downstairs, quick”, a spooky, gloomy, shrieking loud voice called out to me from the dark of the house. I was sure, she was the paranormal ghost that everyone in the town was talking about. The lights had gone off and none of the switches could be reached by me in this extremely spine-chilling atmosphere. I called out so loudly, “Mom, where are you?” that, the spooky ghost started creeping towards my very own room. She came real close to me and held her hand out and patted my back
“Ryland”, called my extremely irked mom, because I guess I had not done the night-brush it seems. “What’s the matter mom? “, I responded quickly. “You haven’t called Ricky yet. I guess you are really too busy, huh?” mom mocked at me sarcastically. I just secured the newly purchased mobile (of my dad!) into my hands in a flash and dialled his number. He got to his phone real fast I guess, and he answered, “Ricky Rickets, general manager of the Ghost Club, speaking”. “This fellow is quite brisk at marketing!” thought I to myself. I felt to as though toss the handy into the paper bin just for the fact that my besty friend had not even saved my number! Sometimes a free ticket to the cinemas won’t help your cause. With the extreme gut feeling, I went to sleep. Finally, the tiring night had swept away from my reminiscent mind. Off, I rushed into the cinemas with my friend waiting there for the past hour. I admit I slept a bit too long. The film was a too slapstick one in which a fiery ghost kept riding a bike while killing a thousand others. I divulge, I had been to the restroom quite often! Next he narrated his plans for tomorrow, which I accepted patronizingly though it induced a premonitory chill up my spine! I am kind of a set forth person who doesn’t like to indulge in non-adventurous activities. “RYLAND, come downstairs, quick”, a spooky, gloomy, shrieking loud voice called out to me from the dark of the house. I was sure, she was the paranormal ghost that everyone in the town was talking about. The lights had gone off and none of the switches could be reached by me in this extremely spine-chilling atmosphere. I called out so loudly, “Mom, where are you?” that, the spooky ghost started creeping towards my very own room. She came real close to me and held her hand out and patted my back