The Creepy House....

     I was terribly frightened when I visited Mr. Steven's house, one of my dad's friends, three years ago. That was the first time in my whole life I saw a ghost. My family and I went to Bandung, one of cities in Indonesia, for vacation, and we were about to stay there for five days, but unfortunately we only stayed there for a night. The house was so huge; it had three floors and nine bed rooms. It also had seven bathrooms, two dining rooms, two living rooms, and two garages. However, the house was old and gloomy.

     Since the house was big, we had our own bedrooms. My parents were sleeping on the second floor. My brothers and I were sleeping on the third floor, but my brothers were sharing a room together. I was sleeping alone in the big room which had awkward wall paint. The color was brown and looked very dirty. Also, the cupboard was made from old wood and every time I opened it, it always made an odd sound. Next to the cupboard was a big oval mirror, and it was little bit scary because it had a strange sculptures on the sides. The bed was also made of wood, and it made noises every time I rolled on it. At first, I thought I was going to be pleased staying in the room because I could relax without getting bothered, but I was wrong.

     On the first day, I was so tired, and I decided to go to bed early. So, I went upstairs alone while my family was having dinner. Out of the blue, I heard a child's voice who calling my name. I looked downstairs, and I saw a small, bald kid walking through the hall and smiling at me. I thought he was Mr. Steven's son, so I smiled back. Suddenly, he ran into the dining room. I didn't bother, so I went straight to bed and laid down. A couple of minutes later, I thought I heard somebody knocking on my door. I opened it, but nobody was there, and it happened three times. Instead of going back and forth, I decided to go out and figure it out who was knocking on my door. I was looking around, but nobody was there. I looked downstairs, but everything seemed fine. Then I went downstairs and told my family what had happened.

     After a while, Mr. Steven heard my story and admitted there was a ghost in his house. He said the ghost was a kid who was always going back and forth in the hall; also, he usually knocked on every door in the house. In the beginning, Mr. Steven didn't want to tell the truth about the ghost because he was afraid we weren't going to stay at his house, but he thought we should know about it. He also said he was frightened at first, but he got used to it. He once heard a creepy story about the house, but he didn't want to believe it. The only thing he knew was the house once belonged to a rich couple, Mr. and Mrs. Agus, and they had a servant who had a son. Mrs. Agus had some kind of a mental illness, and she was always in her bedroom. One day, the servant's son went to Mrs. Agus room without knocking. Mrs. Agus got terribly upset, and she beat the kid until he died. Since then, the ghost of the kid always haunted the house, and it always knocked the doors in the house. After I heard the story, I was totally freaked out. I realized that the kid I saw was a ghost. At last, we decided not to stay there. It sounded disrespectful, but we were supposed to enjoy out vacation and not to get scared.