I was alone in a place that bore a deserted look like that of a (a)_____. I increased the pace of my footsteps as I walked through the dark forest. I felt someone walking behind me. I turned immediately and spotted the contour of a figure in the form of a (b) ______. It smiled at me wickedly. I started shaking with fear and perspiring profusely when I felt its skeleton hand its upon my neck. I woke up with a start, relieved that it was only a nightmare. 
This was not the first time I had had one. It had all started when I had watched the horrendous horror film with eerie ghost character that had a scary ghost of a smile on its face. It had been almost a month. The strange thing was that I saw a similar face at the station next morning. That was uncanny.
I was to attend a dinner at my friend's at Northanger Abbey that night. I had decided to narrate my experience to the group that would assemble there although I knew there was (c) ______ that they would be convinced. 
After everyone had finished pouring their drinks to themselves, I cleared my throat and started narrating my spooky experience. However, every one of the group started accusing me of being (d)______ and held me responsible for spoiling the spirit of revelry. I gave up the ghost and sat quietly waiting for the party to be over. Back at home, the fears returned. I knew I had to talk about my experience to somebody to feel better. I have now decided to (e) ______ and publish my experience under a pseudonym. Only then can I (f)____.