It was a dark and scary night in our new house. Everybody was asleep except for me. I couldn't sleep because I wasn't comfortable in a big wide house. Suddenly, I heard the door squeak open. The noise of footsteps went louder and louder as it was heading towards my room. I could see a shadow of a man coming closer and closer and again, it felt like it was heading towards my room.
I was really scared and horrified that I wanted to run to my parent's room but if I did I’ll be running into the man. Instead of running, I hid under my blanket and hoped the man wouldn't find me.
I could hear him taking off his shoes at the door of my room. “Why should he take off his shoes, a scary man would not listen to a sign that I wrote up saying please take off your shoes before you enter?” I had a feeling that it wasn't a scary man, I came out of my blanket and looked at who it was. It wasn't a horrifying man after all, it was my dad! “Whew” I was relieved! “Afterwards I have a long story to tell dad”.