I am not one who is frightened easily; but I must admit that one night I saw a figure that struck terror into my heart. It was a moonlit-night. I was returning home on foot from a town a few miles away. As I was walking, I could hear the noises made by squirrels, insects and owls. Suddenly, I caught sight of an old lady, a short distance away. Her head was covered with a white cloth, and she was waving to me. Curious to know why she was there at that time of the night, I stopped for a while. As I stood there, however, vague memories of stories about ghosts began to come back to my mind. I was soon gripped with fear and took to my heels. I ran as fast as I could, and when I reached home I could hardly speak.