I will never forget what happened last summer. One morning during the holidays, my friends and I were out on a walk. That day, we decided to go inside a building on the bank of the river, Nobody used to live there.
we were seven altogether. We were strolling around the building. Then, we went in the building. In the rooms, we found broken windows, doors, and lots of spider webs.
The sound of footsteps grew louder and closer by the second. My heart was beating like a drum.
After looking inside the building, we went to the roof. Suddenly, we heard the sound of boots, possibly army boots, walking up to the roof. We were very scared because we hadn’t found anyone in the building. The sound of footsteps grew louder and closer by the second. My heart was beating like a drum. We looked at each other, and each of us was sweating with fear. None of us had the guts to look in the direction the sound was coming from.
One of us suggested that since the building had only one storey, we could jump to the ground. So, we all jumped. We were lucky that we landed on soft mud and nobody got hurt. But I lost one of my flip-flops in the rush to run away.
Till this day, I don’t know whether it was a ghost or a person that had walked up to the roof. It is a secret I’ve never told my parents.