A cousin of mine told me this story that shook me a little the first time I heard it.
When she was 9 or 10 years old, she spent 2 weeks with her family in central Africa. Within the 2 weeks, they paid a visit to some relatives who lived in a remote village. She told me the way there had been horrendous, there was no roads, torrential rains and a flooded river delayed their journey and, to make matter worse, she fell ill. They stayed at the village for 2 days. The children told her the tale of their great-great grandmother who had been hacked to death with a machete by her husband a long time ago. She haunted their house at night. They’d say, ‘‘if you wake up in the middle of the night and you feel cold, it means she’s there and you must keep your eyes shut or you’ll die’’. Lol.
Anyway, on the second night, my cousin couldn’t sleep and, in the middle of the night, she began to feel extremely cold (on a humid night). She heard someone knocking at the window. she froze for a few seconds before shutting her eyes, cowering in her bed. When she opened her eyes again, a woman with half her head missing was standing by her side. Maggots were eaten up what was left of her rotten face and she seemed to be smiling at my cousin.
My cousin was paralysed with fright that she never screamed for help. More dead people, old and young, joined the woman by the bedside, speaking to my cousin in tongue. Then they just casually walked away. The following day, her health had worsened and her parents rushed her back to the city hospital.
Her story unsettled me at first and then I just realized that she must have been hallucinating. She was ill, with fever, and the children’s stories must have affected her psyche. She still insists to this day she wasn’t dreaming. Lol.[/quote]
My scarey story is the fact you used Lol twice in that story.