Outside it was dark and stormy which matched my mood exactly. I was feeling down and bored. The was no one at
home with me to talk to, so i was completely alone in the double storey house.
Mom and dad were on a vacation, which left only my siblings and me. But at that time as i recall, they went out with their friends, and left me unwanted at home. It was a terrible feeling, to be alone in the big dark house. i imagined that everytime i turned around, there would be a large hairy monster, ready to pounce on me. Little did i know that my childish imagination would come to life, as it did on that night.
I was in the living room, trying my best to focus on the book i had in my hand, but failed to do so. My eyes would
dart around the heavy furnished room nervously, and waiting for someone, anyone to come back home.
As i sat there, suddenly i heard one of the doors upstairs creaked open, and then it slammed shut. I could feel
the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I shut my eyes tightly and prayed that it was only the wind. But somehow, deep in my hear, i knew that it wasn't.
Suddenly the wind howled outside, making the iron bars rattle. I was scared stiff and i could see my hand visibly shaking. Then it was quiet again. For around half and hour, it stayed that way. My head was getting heavier and i could
feel sleep creeping my way. Fortunately, i was too sleepy to care about any horrible looking ghosts and monsters, so i
dragged myself up the stairs and to my room. I remember that i switched on every single light in the house, even the storeroom.
In bed, i feel into a deep slumber. After a few hours, my sister jerked me awake. Her face was pale and white. I asked asked her when did she came home and what was the matter, but she only shooked her head and asked me if there was anyone else at home. i told her no and she looked even paler. My sister hastily close the door and...