1 The Nightride Cottage..

The day my father got retired we shifted to a cottage in London called 'NIGHTRIDE COTTAGE'.

It's name was something different.Me and my brother were literally young at that time. I called him Geo as his name was George. My family called me Hera. It was my name.The cottage where we shifted was at such a place where people rarelycome through.

The most scary thing about the house was there was a graveyard behind our house. It was a three storey building. It was really a huge house. There was very good back yard.

I always wanted to live in such a house. I wanted to explore ghosts but my parents always told there was nothing of such. "it's just your imagination" , my father said. My brother is really afraid of dark places while he saw the cottage he was telling my parents to shift from here too.It wasn't that scary for me. I had the habit of sleeping alone in my own room. I choosed the room at the 3rd storey.

It was an amazing room. I loved it because it had a

thing like a secret cabin. I made it my secret cabin for doing my personal works as I like to read in a peaceful place and writing my diary is my habitual work.

We went out that night for dinner as we didn't have the proper facilities to make dinner.

I saw a mysterious thing out of the car window as we entered the region of Nightshade cottage. There was a man standing with a lamp in his hand who really looked different from a normal one. I got shocked for a moment and rubbed my eyes and I saw at him again but he was missing. I got more furious to know who he was. I even told my parents about it but they didn't care much. It was already late so soon I went to bed as usual after writing my diary, I mentioned that mysterious man too... the whole night I was thinking about him. The thoughts was roaming in my mind the whole night.

I couldn't sleep that whole night. Anyway I had to get up early the next morning because I had to join my school the next day.