I know maybe you are thinking "bet they are lying or must be joking". But this is a true story. It all started on Friday 13, 1986. I will never forget what had happened to me, that ghastly moment, the troubles I had. It all happened that night, I was watching a horror movie, I knew I should not because every time, I would imagine there was something in that house. You see, I lived alone in that old, bleak house. I quickly switch my movie off because I heard this loud tapping coming from my attic door. So I built up some courage and slowly walked to the attic, not knowing what would lay beneath that rotten door.
The tapping's would become bangings, every step would bring me fear. Eventually I got to the attic door, opened it slowly, the banging stopped and nothing was there, just cobwebs and scrap books from years ago. I decided to go to bed as it was next door. So I brushed my teeth quickly, wanting to go bed of course. There I was, laying on my bed, listening to the little noises my house made. Until there was a large BANG next door, I was terrified... who wouldn't be. I started to cry, thinking some burglar got into my house. As the telephone was on the table next to me, I rang the police to come and check my house of them terrible burglars.
After waiting 15 minutes, I heard a bang on the door. So I ran downstairs and answered the door. But the police weren't at my door, they were a distance from my house, like they were scared of someone or something. I will never know what did happen but it must be bad to keep the police away...
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