I was reading in my room. It was really late at night ,so I decided to write in the blue bird and head to bed. I really love to sleep ,not just because I'm lazy but I can remember most of my dreams. But I couldn't sleep that day ,I could hear some loud noice from the neighbors house .It was really frustrating ,so I closed my ears with the pillow and headed to sleep.
I woke in a field full of grass .It was raining and I could smell the soft fragrance of the earth .I stood up and looked around me.I saw a treehouse on top of a tall tree. It was really high and I was really scared of heights. But still I decided to climb up there. A long rope lead my way ,I decided to not look down and just climb and climb. I was really climbing in upward direction but my destination seemed to be more and more distanced. I was already wet ,soaked up in that rain. I suddenly looked down and lose my controls over the rope.I was falling down and suddenly hit the ground really badly with my back.
I opened my eyes quickly , realising that I fell off my bed. I groaned out of pain.
"Are you alright ?" I heard a soft voice from nowhere. I was scared and quickly jumped on the bed and covered myself with the blanket .My mind was completely blank.
"Are you gonna hide from me?" I could hear that voice again. I was constantly chanting all the prayers I could remember at that moment. I was telling myself ,ghost doesn't exist , ghost does exi...
"I am not a ghost " that voice spoke and sat near my bed. That was the moment, where I could remember nothing and fainted in my bed under the blanket.
I could feel a hand underneath my blanket , making my head rest on the pillow and covering my body with the blanket .Even though this was all I could remember but I couldn't see the face of that person or ghost.