Here you will find terms I used for who are not libyan:
1. Color box: is a game when there is players who and the catcher, and the players they have to pick a color in secret and the draw a circle in the ground and ever time the catcher say a name and player who picked the color the have to run out side from the circle away from the catcher.
2. Up and down: They need a sidewalk or something like it so that they can stand on it whenever the catcher get close to them.
3.Farashia : its a big cream color fabric women used to cover them self,and still the old woman do it.
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So I think that this story is a scary one and if you have a weak heart get out please, and if not.
Hi, my name is shadine and I'm 14 years old.
when I was younger I never believed in old people's stories, to be honest, but after that day I will be.
It was summer break and like any day I was a little eleven years girl that have a Helmet Bob haircut and that was basically like the north Korean presents cut, but I looked cute even with this cut so who cared?
However, my friends of the neighbourhood we used to play until the sunset, and by friends means just girlfriends because boys at that age were stupid and Careless so we don't play with them.
anyway me and my girlfriends were play hot cold game and this is when you say hot the kid who is supposed to catch you can but when you say cold they can't catch you and other old games like ¹color box and ²up and down.
And we were in the middle of playing the game color box and my best friend had her turn to run and another girl had to catch her.
but my stupid best friend she thought that to win the game she had to enter to the haunted house witch was not far from our homes, and that house they say where she used to live.
You guessed right, the AZOUZA ALGAILA old house back before she was just a normal woman.
So no one dared to enter to the house, but my stupid bestfriend did and she entered to hide in the house.
And as soon as she entered the haunted house she forgot entirely about the game and Instead started to look around the house.
me and my friends came after her and we started calling at her from outside for her to get out but she did reply.
so i entered although my friends told me not to,but i didn't listen to them and started calling her name scared from the abandoned house "sara come out you know we are not supposed to enter here..come on is not funny you know" .
And suddenly a hand felted in my left shoulder so I jumped out of fright and i screamed, the girls who were outside screamed too as will, and a laugh came behind me it was her hand and she tried to scare me "i scared you haha..you baby" and laughed.
"No, I wasn't scared. I just thought it was a rat or something'' I was scared I thought I was going to die at some point.
I calmed down and she and i started snooping around the haunted house, and entered another room and it shows that it was a boy room because it have a photo of a boy but without a face like someone scribbled it, and we found an old red hat witch now old men used to wearing, and we call it (طاقية/taqia).
actually، my grandfather has 3 of those and in the traditional festivals the boys wear the hats with traditional Libyan clothes.
But this one was so old and most of the red fabric had corrupted, yet like any child will start trying it and i did, i put the hat in my head and i asked my friend if I looked good or not, stupid I now.
And sudnly a woman voice started to show from no were and calling a boy name "mohammed..mohammed were are you my son" and from the darkest corner and old lady who was wearing an ³ traditional libyan clothes or we called AL FARASHIA, she came to me and started huging me and from the terror i coudnt move and inch but i just saied to her "im sorry haga but i am not your son mohammed and im a girl and my name is shadine" i though she was a senile old woman who escape from her house.
"hei haga she is not your son let her go please" sara yelled at the old lady scared, but suddenly she started to feel in pain and couldn't find air to breath like someone was strangling her i scared about her life so i said to the lady "no no yes yes im mohammed your son…let her go mother please" i told the old lady and prayed allah for her to listen to me and she did.
I told my friend to get out and get help from the olders.
I tried to escape but the old lady or what I started to think was Azouza Algaila, the one who my Hanina told me about, I was so terrified.
a lot of scenarios in my head start to show off, what if she figured out that i wasn't her son and im a girl what she will do to me for tricking a freaking ghost like her.
I kept going with her believe that i am her son mohammed, and suddenly i started hearing a man voice outside the house and to be exact it was the sheikh of the mosque and he was saying ayat from the koran '' قل أعوذ برب الناس, ملك الناس"
And suddenly Azouza stopped hugging me and stood in front of the door and started yelling at the outsiders she didn't like, I'm sure of that.
and what i had told after words that the Azouza Algaila tried to kill him but because he kept saying words from the koran and Thankfully she let him go after he stopped talking, and he knew that he couldn't do it so he called another sheikh who was more professional about ghosts and jinn.
After they left the house the Azouza calmed down after it was all shaking and frightening noises.
She took me inside the house to clean me up, she said, so I willingly went with her as soon as possible for not to make her angry.
But in some point she left me alone to bringe some new clean clothes and at that time i escaped from the house running to home, i even didt look back from terror, i was pleased that i fainaly escaped from that scare place and i promised my self not to go near there ever again.
But my promise was going to break after what happened next. Now I wish I stayed, and maybe she is still alive now.
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What do you think will happen after she ran from Azouza Algaila??