Ghоst

Hug me, I'm scared....

It was a dark winter evening, a thunderstorm was approaching. Today Ghost had a day off from work and finally he could rest lying on the couch, although not audibly for a long time, sharp rumbles of thunder began to make noise outside the window.. he suddenly jumped up and with shaking hands hid in the corner of the room and covered his ears and eyes, afraid to open them, it resembled gunshots, it was scary, scary to look and see the mountains of corpses of his comrades. The girl had just returned from work and found the soldier in such a state. She ran up to him and began to examine him for any injuries and at the same time ask what happened. The man said in a quiet velvet voice

• hug me... I'm scared... I feel... not good