Every time I pass through Redhills Residential, my memory will flash back 20 years before. It was the incident that still resonates in my mind. Although Redhills Residential now is crowded with skyscrapers mushrooming the city, but in my mind's eye, I can still imagine the dilapidated building which was the place I grew up.

     I was a ten-year-old little boy when the event happened. On that evening, my parents were not at home. A day before, my friend had told me how to call the good and bad spirits. I thought it was a funny thing when we could see the spirit or ghost because I imagined their faces were like the characters in the kid's television programme.

     I lit up the candle and put it on the oval dining table which was full of clothes at that time. I read out the spell using my thunderous voice many times. When my friend did it a day before, I just followed suit.

     Out of the blue, I felt my body trembling as though my home had been struck by a strong lightning. I stopped reading the spell and suddenly there was a deathly hush in the dining room. Blood crept into my face.

     I could feel someone eyeing me up and down and it made me scared. Sweat started snaking down my head to my neck and the astounding silence allowed me to hear my own heartbeats. Thump, thump, thump.

     The sudden petrified laugh gave me the creeps and I could see a woman who had a terrifying face standing at the corner of the room, letting out a piercing grin. I was tremendously appalled when I saw her face bleeding profusely and with her elongated eyes, she shot me an antagonistic glance.

     I quivered with fear and without wasting any more time, I ran as fast as a bullet train to my room which was located at the second floor. As I entered my room, I stood behind the door and waited for the surge or adrenaline to dilute. I was very frightened to turn back because of the long-haired woman but then, I was perplexed when I could smell something burning.

     When I opened the door, a thick cloud of smoke, billowing up from the ground floor, greeted me. For an instant, I was incapable of speech because I was oblivious to what was happening. My house was on fire!

     "Help! Help!" I bawled out loud but it seemed implausible to reach anyone's ears. I cried out in fear of my life. There was nothing that I could think except death. It was an indescribable feeling.

     I adventitiously heard someone banging on the main door but in the mayhem, I could not tell it precisely. After a few moments, it became silent and I just knelt down hopelessly. Although the hope to survive was frail, I kept praying.

     I could feel someone grabbing my arm and we dashed downstairs. All I could remember was I was at my backyard, watching the firefighters put out the blaze.

     It was my father who saved me. I asked him why he did that even though he already knew that it was too hazardous to enter the house at that time.

     He said gently, "When someone that you love is in danger, a thought of fear will never cross your mind." My mom flashed me an angelic smile. It was the last time I did such a stupid thing. I will not do anything without thinking straight. I had learnt a new lesson of life. 



#WRITTEN BY : ME. NURUL AIN ZAKIAH BINTI YACCOB. =)
#CREDIT TO MY BEST ENGLISH TEACHER EVER : PN. HJH ROZANA BINTI ALI. :)
#THIS IS MY TRIAL ESSAY AND I MODIFIED THIS STORY AND USED IT DURING SPM.. ;)
#HOPE IT CAN HELP ALL OF YOU..

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