BOO - Emily Cashman

T’was a dark and stormy night when Caroline Totty spent the night at my house in 6^th grade. My sister, Caroline, and I were home alone watching TV in the den when we heard a really, really loud thud in from the second floor. Directly above the den in my house is my bedroom so we knew it had come from there. We got really freaked out because the sound resembled someone jumping off a bed and landing heavily on the floor. The three of us decided we should call my parents and get them to come home and search the house. But to our dismay, the home phone in the den was dead and we couldn’t call my parents. We all had cell phones but they were in another room and we were way too scared to go get them. Let’s not forget it was pouring rain outside, but still we decided the best course of action was to crawl out the window, land in some bushes, run halfway down the street to a family friend’s house, and ask them to call my parents. While, of course, getting soaking wet in the process. My parents came home to search the house and of course they found nothing out of the ordinary, but we were still convinced someone had been in the house. I know this story isn’t actually very scary to tell and look back on, but at the time, wow, we were terrified.