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Feb. 01 , 2007
Listen to stories about ghosts at winter nights
When I was child, I liked to sit by fire at winter nights, listening to the adults telling stories, most of which were about ghosts. I would always sit in a corner which was the furthest away from doors, I feared, from which if some ghosts came, I was the last one to be eaten.
During my childhood, in the poor countries, There were neither books to read nor TV to watch. Like all other children, I was interested in all kinds of stories. However the grow-ups liked to feed my eager attention and curiosity with bloodcurdling stories of ghosts though fairy tales sometimes.
Those stories of ghosts were not only horrible, but also often mysterious to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feeling. It made me felt ghosts haunted everywhere at night, especially at winter nights without moonlight. I was nervous: my heart seemed to be grasped tightly by something as soon as I heard the chilly winter wind whined outside. I couldn’t even muster my courage to go outside to make pee, or went to sleep alone. The consequence of listening to too much of ghost stories was more than my fears at night. I didn’t even dare to stay at home alone at daytime when I was a lille child.
Though I was so frightened with those ghost stories, but I couldn’t help listening to it. Those stories were thrilling yet fascinating, in which there were some magic power over me. Most time I had to pretend to be not in the least afraid of the ghosts, in fact I was scared half to dead, or my parent wouldn’t allow me to listen to it.
The horror gathered in my mind nearly beyond what I could stand it. At winter night, I always slept with the quilt covering my whole body completely, of course , I mean, including my head.
Now, my daughter fears ghost as much as I did.