Personal Narrative-The Girl In The Basement

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The Girl in the Basement I was startled by the eerie presence of a little girl. My arms were soon covered in goose bumps! I told Rob, but he just rolled his eyes. He ran over to me when, minutes later, I gasped in fright. I dropped the box I was holding. “Her spirit flew into me, Rob!” Rob searched my face as he held me. “You’ve been so stressed again lately; you have to pull yourself together, Sweetie!” Abruptly, the presence of the little girl left me, but then I saw her standing but a few paces away from me. She stared at me with eyes as dark as a moonless night. Her deathly pale face was framed by pitch-black hair. “Don’t let him patronize you like that!” she hissed as she faded away before my astonished eyes. Rob and I put everything down to the figment of my imagination. We continued the daunting task of fixing our run-down basement. It was a mammoth undertaking. Despondency tightened its grasp around my throat. I felt an old familiar feeling. Depression, you strike again; the coldest winter in Toronto in over two decades isn’t helping matters! …show more content…

She was back! I was inextricably drawn to the waif-like girl; she strongly resembled both my daughter and me. Mesmerized, I approached her. I held out my hands to her. I deeply regretted the pain I had inflicted upon her over the

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