Somethings In the House

Have you ever had something happened to you that scared you out of your wits? I have. It all began on my birthday last year. (This is not a true story, by the way.) April 1st, 2009. 8:00PM My mom threw a huge birthday party for me, everyone in the family was there. A few hours after the party, my mom was invited to dinner with her new boyfriend. She was going to say no because she didnt want to leave me alone for my birthday, but I love her too much to have her give it up. An hour later, my mom and Ray were heading out for dinner. When they left, I went up to my room, laid flat on my bed, and fell asleep. 10:00PM Two hours later, I heard a crash coming from downstairs. It woke me up with a jolt going down my spine. I grabbed my flashlight which was on my dresser, and headed down the stairs. I checked out the living room, nothing was wrong. I checked out the hallway, nothing was wrong. Then I walked into the kitchen. Everything seemed to be in place. Just as I started turning out the door, I noticed somethig odd in the corner of my eye. In the knife rack, a knife was missing. I searched around the kitchen but could not find the knife. I ignored it and went back upstairs, back to sleep. 11:00PM My mom came back from dinner. She screamed up to me saying, "I'm back from dinner. I'm gonna get some sleep. Good night, and happy birthday." 12:30AM Later that night, I heard the crash again. It sounded like it was coming from the basement. So I grabbed my flashlight, raced downstairs. I first ran into my mom's room to make sure she was alright. She was perfectly fine. Then I ran to the basement and looked around. A lightbulb had fallen from the ceiling and broke on the ground. I swept it up with a broom, and put it in the garbage can. I started to climb the stairwell once again, and there I saw it. There was the kife sitting on the middle of the floor in a pool of blood with red footprints walking to the closet. I picked up the knife, slowly walked to the closet. The closet was inches away from me. I could hear a gasp of breath coming from inside. I closed my eyes, swung open the door and stabbed away. I could feel the blade penetrating something, but what? I opened my eyes, and realized what I had just done. Apparently, my mother was back from dinner, and here lies her dates.