It was a dusty night. The wind blew the dust right into my window.
But something was wrong white stuff was stuffed together and many were flying through the air. I could fill my self-shaking through the air but I was not at home.
I was at a blank world but my mother was still there but staring at me.
She did not say any –thing. I was sc-scared. Was this a nightmare?
But it was not a nightmare. And then my mother vanishes shed.
I was alone. Nothing happened. Then the lights turned off.
I thought I was alone but ghost were with me.
