THE GHOST TRAIL
Just as we were few trots into the end of the pathway, we heard toes tiptoeing toward us from behind, initially we tried not to show our fears, but the pace got faster and suddenly disappeared. We weren't sure what we heard, so we tried to ignore, though not completely, suddenly the sounds came on again, this time more distinctly and unmistakable, one thing was sure, we were being followed.
Goosebumps had completely enveloped my whole body, I was so feverish and physically exhausted, my cousin was already weeping silently for fear of his life, just then a voice from behind, it could only have been one person's unmistakable voice, our late grandfather.
By this time it was getting much darker, and we were trapped in fear on our way, we decided to run into the nearby bushes, were we hid our faces, lying dead cold in the wet bushes, we could see our grand father's old wrinkled face in the through the deem light of the night. By this time, Ephraim my cousin was gripping so hard on my shirts, what was to be our plight that night?. Would that apparition catch up with us in the bush?
