Ok, I believe I can tell you a story while we're decorating this house for our Party later this evening. Right? Oh please be careful with those lamps, that one is so expensive!
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Back in October 2021, when I'm writing my Halloween book all alone at night. It was October around 15-ish or so. The title of my novel is "Pumpkin Carnival." You guys can check them out on my account about that book. The book is written in Indonesian and English.
The idea of this novel is set in October 2020, when the COVID-19 pandemic is spreading all over the world. I can't meet my friends or go out for almost six months. I was so bored in my room reading novels, chatting with my friends, and only watching YouTube. To be honest, that day, nothing made me interested in doing anything.
Around October 2020, I decided I wanna write a novel for Halloween called "Pumpkin Carnival," but unfortunately, the story got postponed due to my writer's block that came out of nowhere. When December came, I found someone that I took to be my Co-Author and he was my best friend. Together we finished the story but again it got postponed for almost two years! Until it's done by 2023.
Now, that's a short introduction to the Pumpkin Carnival book. Where's the spooky part? Good question, let me answer that.
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That night, when I'm typing part of "Chased by Evil Clown" in the middle of the night, all alone in my chamber. At 2. 15 AM, I closed my chamber's door so my parents wouldn't notice that I hadn't slept.
I typed it and imagined that the characters were chased by my evil clowns, Ziggle Zay and Willy Hourin. Along the way, I found something fishy and spooky to build my vibes in my chamber. I stopped for a while and looked at my back; there was nothing, and no one was watching me from outside of my chamber through the window. I closed the window with a curtain, and I looked around for something to drink. I drank my hot chocolate, which was already cold.
I never felt this before, but the more I type the part the more I feel the character is alive. The more I believe I'm being watched by something or someone out there. Something or someone invisible. At first, I tried to pretend that it was all nonsense even though I could see ghosts and spirits. I believed they wouldn't enter my house due to my Grandpa's protection, but I was wrong!
