It was not so dark, not so stormy, not so nightly day. That's right. It was the middle of the day. The sun was shining. Little did I know, this was going to be a long day. It all started with me going down the stairs to grab something that is completely irrelevant to this story. My sister, being the 8-year-old she was at the time thought it would be funny to jump out from behind the corner and scare me. So I jumped. But remember, I'm on the stairs. I fell, I twisted my ankle, and I hit the ground hard. On my ankle. The one I had previously twisted. Let's just say I ended up in the hospital. The worst part hasn't even happened yet. I was fine, no biggie. BUT, I needed an IV. I. Hate. Needles. Not for sewing or knitting, cause I love doing all of that, but getting flu shots, or getting blood drawn, a big no-no. The worst part of my day was watching the nurse put the IV drip in, I cannot express how horrible that was. And for some reason, she didn't let me look away. That nurse is the ghost in this not-so-scary, not-so-ghostly story. That was the worst moment of my life, the scariest peril.
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