"I've been in an old castle in Brixton for my holidays. It was a really dismal place. It was my foster family's residency, so how would it be a fearful place if people live in it today? Anyway. I stood in this dismal manor for a few days, and I slept in there! My foster family warmly welcomed me, so it reassured me. Whilst I was in my bed, and as I was supposed to sleep, I heard strange noises. They were extremely intriguing, they sounded like ghost steps. I jumped over my bed, and thus I turned on the light. And as if it wasn't strange enough, those weird noises instantly stopped. I switched off the light once again, and got back in my bed. Throughout the night, all was calm and peaceful, no strange noise, the deepest emptiness that I've ever heard. When I woke, I told my foster family's that I heard odd sounds in my bed, and they told me that it should have been a piping problem: there are water leaks. The second night, I dreamed of morbid shapes, beheaded people, that sort of things... It creeped me out so much that I woke up suddenly and screamed! The third night, I had the feeling that ghosts or wraith morbidly gazed me. But the creepiest thing I've ever seen in my whole life certainly happened the fourth night. I first slept normally, but in the middle of the night, I woke up. I looked downwards, and I saw a terrible creature, fixing me with its sticky flesh... God! What was that, would you ask me? And how did I survive? Well... This was just a slug. When I told it to my fosters, they laughed so hard and when they calmed down, they told me that slugs moved allover the castle. How awkward!"
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