My horrid experience
It was a dark and cold night. I was cycling back home from my friend's house—the roads, deserted and silent all around. The way to my house lay through a woodland. As I entered the woodlands I remembered what my friends had told me. The place felt haunted by spirits. I had never believed in them, but now they looked real. I began to shiver with fear and wanted to speed through the woodland. So I began to pedal faster and faster. Suddenly, my bicycle started getting slower and slower, though I pedaled very fast. I had a feeling that somebody was holding my bike and pulling at it; I began to scream. I got off the bike and decided to run for my life, but I found I could not do that because someone seemed to have caught me from behind. I turn around to free myself from the hold of the mysterious being. I found one end of the show I was wearing a coat in the rear wheel of my bicycle. I immediately freed the show from the wheel and felt reliable. I realized that I had been sweating all over, and my heart was beating fast.
I quickly got onto my bicycle and pedaled fast. When I reached home, I narrated this horrifying experience to my parents. They had good fun at my expense.