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Thirteenth Friday

On Friday,the thirteenth,
I was alone at home,
It was the dark night,
I was scared and sat alone,
and praying to God for
my daughter to come home.

The very next minute ,
My daughter phoned,
from next door,
and asked me who is there
with me at home, because
she could see someone
Moving near the window.

I was very frightened and
thought it may be a ghost,
walking inside the house,
and asked her to come back
quickly because I assumed
there is a ghost in my house.

Adikaran14/01/12
Author notes
This is the true incident. I was so scared when my daughter came home on that evening. She went to pick the granddaughter from the next house and she saw some shadows near the window. I am sure God might have send some angels to be with me as I am scared  and was calling God for help.


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Thirteenth Friday