Resurrection

I always disliked anything that related to spiritualism. It frightened me somehow. My mother believed that spirits existed, she would tell me that while some were evil, some were good. 

“Pray very hard before you sleep and don’t light a matchstick in the presence of a ghost it will slap you hard.” she would say.

I thought my mother was only trying to scare me and indeed she did manage to scare me. Such stories played a big role in how I thought as a child. I was afraid of being alone. I spend most of my time surrounded by people, I did anything to avoid seeing or hearing a ghost or a spirit. When I became older I enjoyed my lone life, it was peaceful. I did not want anyone to bother me and my fear of ghosts had disappeared. I felt brave.  

“Hey” said Sam, giving me a wink while taking a sit beside me at the cafeteria.He knew how to cheer me up.i liked that. 

“Hello. Where’s the rest of the team?&rdquo