It Happened That Night!

I suppressed a shudder as my two best friends, Ally and Linda cackled beside me. I had made the mistake of agreeing to play the Ouija board game with them as we sat in the dark in my room and rain splashed on my window, making loud banging sounds.

"Are you sure we should do this?" I said as Ally gulped and Linda laughed louder.

"Oh, come on guys. Let's do this!" Linda squealed and her eyes sparkled, making me shiver at how something so desolate could excite her.

I pushed my straight black hair out of my face and nodded. Just as I was getting my steady breathing back, a sharp knock at the door almost made me jump three feet high.

"Are we expecting someone?" Ally asked, looking at me because it was, obviously, my room and my house. I shook my head gravely, and their eyes widened at my response.

You could've heard my heart hammering if you were a mile away.

"Should we open it?" Linda prompted, edging towards the door to open it.

"Not just yet," I whispered, pulling her back into our safe corner. The knocks on the door were growing louder by every passing moment, and I was starting to sense that even confident Linda's courage was faltering. The sound of the pattering rain and the raps on our door combined to form the perfect music for the night of our death.

"I'll answer it," I piped up and shouted at the door to know who was there. No response. We all shouted together. Silence from the other side.

"Is it a ghost?" Ally remarked, her voice shaking with fear. "I'm positive it is a human, all right," I declared, grabbing my brother's baseball bat from under my bed.

Ally armed herself with the vase on my window sill and Linda decided upon my small study chair. Together, armed with our weapons, we tip-toed towards the door without making even the slightest sound.

I turned the handle and swung the door open as we doused the person in front of us with blows from our weapons, letting our fear be our only guide.

So here I sit now, in the hospital as my parents pay for the treatment of Willy, our housekeeper. In my stupid fear I'd forgotten that he had a spare key to the house, and we had ruthlessly beaten the lights out of poor Willy. And that, my friends, is why I always say, never let your fear guide you. It clouds every inch of sense you have left in you, completely.