Personal Narrative: The Day To Ghost Hunting
Ruth was awake at 5:00, dressed in her jeans, with her suitcase in the trunk, she was ready to fill up the gas tank and drive thirty miles to Howardsville.
As soon as she pulled onto the highway, the lightning flashed across the sky and she knew it would start raining soon. Ruth was unfamiliar with the curvy roads, and slowed down when the rain started forming a lake on the road in front of her, making it difficult for her to see the lines on the highway. Dark clouds hung slightly above the road and the sounds of rain beating against the car bothered her. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have chosen this day to ghost hunting,” she said as the inside windows fogged over, turning on the defroster she calmed down and sang along with the radio.
“It would be
nice to hear Grandpa’s voice,” she said inserting the tape in the player and listened as her grandfather advised her about his belief there was a ghost on the Putney Mountain. “My greatest desire in life would by that my little girl was the one to find the ghost.”
When the rain finally stopped, the clouds hovered over the road as Ruth went around a sharp curve she saw a weather-beaten sign that said Howardsville was four miles ahead. When she arrived at what she thought was the outskirts of town, she saw a motel sign encircled by dirty lights and pulled into the parking lot.
“I can get a room there tonight.”
As soon as she pulled onto the highway, the lightning flashed across the sky and she knew it would start raining soon. Ruth was unfamiliar with the curvy roads, and slowed down when the rain started forming a lake on the road in front of her, making it difficult for her to see the lines on the highway. Dark clouds hung slightly above the road and the sounds of rain beating against the car bothered her. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have chosen this day to ghost hunting,” she said as the inside windows fogged over, turning on the defroster she calmed down and sang along with the radio.
“It would be
nice to hear Grandpa’s voice,” she said inserting the tape in the player and listened as her grandfather advised her about his belief there was a ghost on the Putney Mountain. “My greatest desire in life would by that my little girl was the one to find the ghost.”
When the rain finally stopped, the clouds hovered over the road as Ruth went around a sharp curve she saw a weather-beaten sign that said Howardsville was four miles ahead. When she arrived at what she thought was the outskirts of town, she saw a motel sign encircled by dirty lights and pulled into the parking lot.
“I can get a room there tonight.”