Wow, I haven't been on in a while.

I'm back, and I'm hear to say, uhhhhhhhhh. I woke up one dark gloomy night, sweat trickling down my face. I got up and my bed gave a creak. The floor boards sounded like a moaning goast as I traversed to the kitchen. I went down the carpeted stairs that were torn up and out of place. The railing fell down as I grabbed on to it. I bent down to pick it up, and I heard the sound of light footsteps behind me. I turned around but no one was there. I kept going, and I could have sworn that I saw a figure through the glass door, but when I turned around it had vanished. I began to walk at a faster pace as my head became warm yet my whole body shaked. I heard maniacle laughter right behind me, but again no one. By now, I was running to the kitchen. Instead of getting a snack, I reached a trembling arm out at the phone. I picked it up and dialed. There was no ring. I looked up, and the wire hang limp, torn out of the wall. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I tried to run, but my legs stood still. I stood there as though I was paralyzed. My eyes swelled with fear as I felt a presence right behind me. One cold breath came from him and it smelled of death. I turned around and was knocked cold.