my entry titled, "I'm coming back for you"

I've heard several stories of people dying, I wished Dad's own was one and not true. This morning he was buried.

I was alone in my room thinking of everything that has happened. Rain was pouring heavily outside and flashes of lightning occasionally lit the room. Dogs were also howling outside. Mum once told me its a sign that they've seen a ghost.
I tried severally not to think of it until the wind blew the curtain of my room and left it flying so high it almost touched the ceiling. Each flash of lightning after that sent a shiver down my spine.
I saw a dark figure walking towards me with its arms stretched forward. I wished to scream but lost my voice. I would have take to my heels but my legs suddenly became heavy.

I buried my face in my palm and I felt someone hug me so tight. "It's gonna be okay," mum said, "I heard you scream from outside." I opened my eyes and it was just my mum

Then I saw this figure again, this time, waving me good bye and saying words like, "I'm coming back for you."

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