Toastmasters Halloween

Some of you may have heard about the ghost that haunts me.

I have a couple ghosts around, but I’ll fill you in on the first one, some sort of part one of the ghost story.

Do I mean an actual ghost? Yes. Can you see it? No.

Then how do I know it’s a ghost? How long did I know of it?

It was the fall of 2018 when I first discovered some weird presence.

It was around late november or early december, and the nights were cold. I had my thickest blanket, but I liked to keep the fans on, some sort of thing where you balance heat and cold.

I had no ceiling fan. Because of this I had the tornado fan, the one that is so powerful and circulates air throughout the room.

Now, the fan was also very noisy, so I couldn’t hear my parents on the other side of the house, which was going to be a problem if they ever needed me. So I never switched on the fan until I was absoelutely going to sleep.

So, that was the case that night. I went to the bathroom, and I kept the fan off. My parents were in the living room watching TV, they didn’t notice me at all. My sister was just three, a toddler who could not reach the fan, which was very high, so she was not the culprit.

When I passed the living room on my way back to my room, my father said, “do not switch on the fan if you are not going to sleep, save energy.”

I was like, “what fan?” I was going to my room to prove him wrong that my fan was indeed not on. However, I found out that it was.

At the highest speed possible.

Back then, I believed very strongly in spirits. And it was not that long after Halloween ended, so in my childish brain I was terrified.

I did not sleep that night.

Everything remained calm the following day. But the next night, I could not find my socks.

For the winter everyone wears slippers and stockings. I found slippers slippery, and stockings were itchy, so I stuck to wearing my colorful socks.

I didn’t have that many pairs of socks. I liked to use only one pair at time, throw it into the wash when it got so old, and then grab a new one.

I kept my socks right next to my bed, so that whenever you get up and roll over to the side, you’d step on the socks. The reason I kept it there was so I could save myself from finding my socks whenever I go out. Back then I used to wake up at five in the morning every day, and the bus left around six, so I was always in a hurry.

That day, I took a long time to find them. I was worried, it was a rainy day, and I needed them.

I found them at the door, and they were stuck to the door, as if someone was climbing the door. How did I know it was my socks? Well, no one had pink socks with purple tigers and blue lions on them, did they?

No, everyone in my family wore those boring black socks.

I was scared even more.

That night I went to bed by some miracle. But unlike now, back then I used to have a lot of dreams, the majority being nightmares. I thought this was just one of them.

It wasn’t. I met this woman, whose face I could not see. Her hair was thick and black and long, and covered her entire face, as though she did not want me to see her face. Her skin was pale white, and her body thin. She was like Snow White, if Snow White was starving and did not eat food for days.

I didn’t think much of her, but then the dream changed to me running on the side of the freeway. You know that lane where no cars are allowed on, the ones for emergency parking and for police cars to pull a person over? I was running, and from what I had no idea, then I looked behind me and I found this huge monster eagle.

How big was this eagle? The size of the house I am speaking in. What color? A mix of blue, brown, and green. I have no idea. Was it chasing me? Yes. Was it mad at me? I guessed yes, because why else would it chase me?

He picked me up by the back of my shirt and I got dragged back to a tall ugly looking tower. Like Rapunzel’s tower, but black and with a whole bunch of ugly bushes and thorns.

You may think going through the clouds is fun, but I spent my time screaming at the eagle to drop me.

He was like, “do you really think you could survive the fall from this height?’

I stayed quiet.

When I got there the same woman was there. I looked at the huge window, and the eagle was gone.

“Why are youc chasing me?” I asked her.

She just bobbed her head. “Why do you think this happens?”

“Karma?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t know?!”

She then said that it was because of some hate she had for me in my past life. And did I learn more from that? No, the dream was gone.

I woke up, then looked at the tornado fan. My parents were asleep, my sister too quiet, which was very rare for a baby who liked to cry everyday and make me the victim. But the fan, which I was sure I left off last night for fear of the ghost, was on.

My parents hated whenever my fan was on. It was possibly going to wake up my sister, which was why they never encouraged it.

Many incidents have happened from then till now. It’s sometimes of her that I can sometimes predict the future, and sometimes I have bad luck because of her. Like the one time the table moved and I stubbed my toe and the nail tore off and I was in pain for days on end.

Some ghosts are friendly, and others should be scared by the Halloween spirit. Frankly, I do not know whether mine is evil or not. It is up to you to try and scare that ghost away.

And no, I don’t know where the ghost is, but I know when it is with me or isn’t. Right now, it’s probably in this room.

Because it is mad that I am sharing this secret. If you tell anyone, I’m sure this ghost will haunt all of them.

Do I have a name?

I just call her the ghost. Because…I’m bad at naming things.

My parents won’t even let me name the fish.

So, um, anyways, I did tell you this story…so if you realize that something isn’t normal, that’s probably because the ghost did that.

Good luck. Sorry I told you all that too late.

I wasn’t supposed to share this story.

But I didn’t know what to say.