+points for the urgent use of the first lesson of Shanghai New Century English Grade One.

To tell the truth, I used to be a superstitious person, believing in ghosts, telling fortune, reading palms and so on. There is a list of things that seems not suitable for an educated person like me to believe.

However, one day, through my personal experience with a "ghost", I completely changed.

I visited my friends Keith and Alice last year. They bought an old house in the country. They told me that they bought it because it was haunted. They found some ghosts living there. It sounds scary and exciting, so I decided to visit them and see the living ghosts.

When I arrived at the small country station, they were waiting for me and we drove to the house together. That is a beautiful old house. We had a very pleasant meal together. When we were sitting around the warm fire in the living room, I asked Keith to tell me more about the haunted house.

"It's very old," I said. "Have you ever met a ghost yourself?"

"Oh, yes," he replied. "I saw a man walking the other day-an old lady. When I went into the hall to make a phone call, she came down the stairs. " I feel my heart beating faster. "This is very real," he continued. "She is wearing a big hat, so I can't recognize her face. But anyway, what I remember is her hand. I saw her hands swinging. They are terrible white! "

We talked for a while, and after that, at about midnight, I went back to my room. I searched my room for traces of ghosts, but I couldn't find them. Then I fell asleep immediately. In my dream, I saw a female ghost coming towards me waving her white hands. So I woke up. I looked at my watch-it was 2 o'clock in the morning. I saw the moon outside the window, and I heard the clock ticking slowly and clearly in the corner of the room.

Suddenly I saw it! At the bottom of the bed, there is a ghostly white hand! I immediately grabbed a heavy lamp from the bedside table and threw it out with all my strength. Then I heard myself screaming in pain. That's not a hand at all. That's my own foot!

My old faith has disappeared forever with the pain!

I met a ghost.

To tell the truth, I used to be a superstitious person, and I also believed in ghosts, fortune-telling and palm reading. I believe in this series of things; It seems that they should not be believed by people with my education.

One day, however, I completely changed my view of "ghost" through personal experience.

I visited my friends Keith and Alice, who bought an old house in the country last year. They told me that they believed it was because ghosts frequented. They found some ghosts living there. It sounds scary and exciting, so I decided to visit them and see the living ghosts.

When I arrived at the small village station, they were waiting for me, and we drove to the house together. That is a beautiful old house. It doesn't look much different from the surrounding houses. We had a very pleasant meal together. When we were sitting in the room with nothing to do, I asked Keith to tell me more about the ghosts in the house.

"It's very old," I said. "Have you ever met some ghosts yourself?"

"Oh, yes," he replied. "I've been watching it for a few days-it's an old woman. When I entered the hall to make a phone call, she went down the stairs. " My heart is beating fast. "That's quite right," he continued. "She is wearing a big hat, so I can't see her face clearly. But anyway, I remember her hand. I saw her hands shaking. They are white and terrible! "

After we talked for a while, at midnight, I went to my room. I searched my room for traces of ghosts, but I couldn't find them. Then I fell asleep as soon as possible. In my dream, I saw a female ghost coming towards me, her white hands swinging back and forth. So I suddenly woke up. I looked at my watch-it was two o'clock in the morning. Outside the window, I saw the moon, and I clearly heard the clock in the corner of the room walking slowly.

Suddenly I saw it! There, under the bed, is a ghostly white hand! Immediately, I grabbed a heavy lamp on the bedside table and threw it with all my strength. Then I screamed in pain myself. That's not a ghost hand at all. But my own feet!

And my old beliefs have always been matched with that kind of pain!