<prompt> Ngola pale e tšosang ea mantsoe a 1850.nan  <response>: Instruction in English: Write an 1850-word horror story. . Response in English: It was the summer of 1978 when the small town of Nettlefield was hit with a tragedy that would change its fate. I remember the lush green trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind and the sun shining bright, making everything glisten. It was as if the universe had conspired to make that day perfect, but little did we know of the darkness looming over us.Jenny and I were playing hide and seek in the woods, and as I counted, she scurried away to find a spot. When I opened my eyes, I saw her hiding behind a thick shrub. I tiptoed towards her, but before I could say boo she jumped up and ran deeper into the woods, giggling all the way. We were always told to not venture too far, but the thrill of the adventure got the best of us.The dense vegetation gave way to a clearing, and in its center stood an old cabin that seemed to be abandoned. The roof had caved in, and the paint had peeled off, making an eerie sight. Jenny squealed in excitement, and I could see the glint in her eyes. We walked up to it cautiously, gravel crunching under our feet, announcing our arrival.The door was ajar, and as we pushed it open, it creaked loud enough to make us jump. The inside was dark, with the only light filtering in through the cracks between the boarded-up windows. There was a musty smell that hung in the air, and as we walked in, we could see the remnants of what must have been a life lived long ago.In the corner of the room stood an old rocking chair, its back turned to us. And as we stepped on a creaky floorboard, it started to rock slowly. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I could feel a chill creeping up my spine. I grabbed Jennys hand, ready to leave when she suddenly pulled away from me and ran towards the chair.She turned it around and gleefully announced that it was empty. But as she looked closer, her smile faded, giving way to a look of horror. And then she started to scream. I ran towards her, and as I looked at the seat of the chair, I saw a transparent figure of an old woman, gently rocking back and forth.We ran as fast as our little legs could carry us, all the way back to the town . Response in Sesotho: ne e le lehlabula la 1978 ha torotsoana ea Nettlefield e hlaheloa ke tlokotsi e neng e tla fetola qetello ea eona. Ke hopola lifate tse tlokomang tse tlokomang li ntse li thekesela ho ea ho morethetho oa moea le letsatsi le chabileng, le etsa hore ntho e ngoe le e ngoe e phatsime. E ne eka bokahohle bo rerile ho etsa hore letsatsi leo e be le phethahetseng, empa re ne re sa tsebe hakaalo ka lefifi le neng le re aparetse. Nna le Jenny re ne re ntse re tshameka mokhukhu mo sekgweng, mme fa ke ntse ke bala, o ne a taboga go ya go batla lefelo. Ha ke bula mahlo, ka mo bona a ipatile ka mora sehlahla se teteaneng. Ke ile ka retelehela ho eena, empa pele ke re boo a tlolela holimo me a mathela ka hare ho moru, a ntse a keketeha. Kamehla re ne re bolelloa hore re se ke ra ea hole haholo, empa monyaka oa papali eo o ile oa re feta. Limela tse teteaneng li ile tsa fetoha sebaka se hloekileng, me bohareng ba sona ho ne ho e-na le ntlo ea khale eo ho neng ho bonahala eka e lahliloe kherehloa. Marulelo a ne a senyehile, me pente e ne e sohlotsoe, e leng ntho e makatsang. Jenny o ile a hoeletsa ka thabo, me ke ne ke bona ho phatsima mahlong a hae. Re ile ra ea ho eona ka hloko, lehlohlojane le phunya maoto a rōna, re phatlalatsa ho fihla ha rōna. Lemati le ne le bulehile, me ha re le sututsa le bulehile, le ile la lla hoo re neng re ka qhoma. Ka hare ho ne ho le lefifi, ho e-na le khanya e le ngoe feela e phunyeletsang mapatsong a pakeng tsa lifensetere tse nang le mapolanka. Ho ne ho e-na le monko o litšila o leketlileng moeeng, me ha re kena, re ne re bona mesaletsa ea seo e tlamehang ebe ke bophelo bo phethiloeng khale. Hukung ea phaposi ho ne ho eme setulo sa khale se tsukutloang, mokokotlo oa sona o lebile ho rona. Me ha re hata holima letlapa le tsoelipanang, la qala ho reketla butle. Moriri o ka morao molaleng oa ka oa ema, me ke ne ke utloa ho bata ho nyoloha lesapo la mokokotlo. Ke ile ka tšoara letsoho la Jenny, ke itokiselitse ho tsamaea ha ka tšohanyetso a tloha ho na me a mathela setulong. O ile a e fetola me ka thabo a phatlalatsa hore e ne e se na letho. Empa ha a ntse a sheba haufi, pososelo ea hae e ile ea fela, e fetoha ponahalo ea ho tšoha. Mme yaba o qala ho hweletsa. Ke ile ka mathela ho yena, mme ha ke sheba setulong sa setulo, ka bona sebopeho se bonaletsang sa mosadimoholo, se ntse se reketla ka bonolo pele le morao. Re ile ra matha ka lebelo leo maoto a rōna a manyenyane a neng a ka khona ho re jara ka lona, ho ea fihla toropong 