It was a dark, stormy, Friday night. I was really bored, so I decided to turn on the TV and watch a movie. Lucky me there was my favourite movie; The Conjuring. The volume was up really loud because it was a Friday night and our rotting two storey house was old fashioned. We were about a kilometre away from the neighbours. Then I heard a loud thump coming from upstairs, I decided to check it out. So I slowly crept up the creaky, ancient stairs. I checked every room and cupboard but there was nothing. As I was about to take a step down the stairs and I got hit by a baseball on the head. Ouch!!!
I open my eyes and see myself in a hospital bed. I tried to get up but I’m strapped to the bed; I was stuck. Then one of the nurses came in, she muttered something to herself, she had an amazingly deep voice. She didn’t say anything to me, just checked something at the edge.