Question

Срочно помогите текст на английском про страшную историю 120-150 слов, слова не очень сложные и мудреные, история от женского лица ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Answer 1

never give up on the meaning of my story when after a terrible storm we went with my son to the city for food.all was quiet though the store worked on the generator.but poto ran an elderly man with blood from his nose and shouted, " close all the doors!" behind him, there was a fog hiding from the human eye that ahead.we listened to him.everyone was scared.one of women recently arrived in our city told: - I need home!- no miss it's very dangerous!!don't go out!!-how can you not understand I need to go home !I have children, I left the older sister to watch brother and she is only 6 years old!!- who's taking the lady? can you?you? or you ? looking my way-sorry miss my baby and so scared I can't leave him.well burn you all in hell!! after these words she went into the fog. we with several of my friends to go check the generator, but in order to restart you need to open the door,but we opened the door but some supelco grabbed one of us.a lot of people didn't believe us.we decided to leave.but the way napolovinu not have enough fuel.we've seen many out there die a painful death.we had a gun and only 4 rounds, but there were five of us.4 shots fired.I got out of the car, I called and screamed the monster.but left the fog only military who have almost all saved.

Answer 2

I woke up to the sound of creaking floorboards. It was pitch black, and I couldn't see a thing. I sat up, my heart racing, and listened intently. That's when I heard it - a soft whispering voice coming from the corner of the room.

I was frozen with fear, unable to move or speak. The voice grew louder and more insistent, until it sounded like it was right next to me. I felt a cold breath on my cheek and a hand on my arm. I screamed and tried to pull away, but the grip was too strong.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and I found myself alone in the room. I rubbed my eyes, convinced it had all been a nightmare. But then I saw the marks on my arm - bruises in the shape of a hand.

From that day on, strange things started happening in my house. Objects would move on their own, and I would hear footsteps and whispers in empty rooms. I knew I was being haunted by something malevolent, and I was terrified.

I tried everything to get rid of it - sage, holy water, even calling in a priest. But nothing worked. In the end, I had no choice but to move out and leave the haunted house behind.

Even now, years later, I still get chills when I think about that night. I don't know what that entity was, but I hope to never encounter it again.