What the heck is that? I thought to myself. I heard a loud noise. I was home alone, sitting on my bed just relaxing, until I heard music start playing. Someone must be in the house! I started freaking out and didn’t want to leave my room. I didn’t know what to do. I was going to die.

I got on my phone and started texting my friends. My small, white dog was barking in my room. I was standing by my closed door. I wanted to go out there, but I was too scared to move. My body was frozen in terror.  

What do I do? What do I do? Do I walk out there? Do I stay here? Ok. I’m going to make a run for it. As I opened the door very slowly, I peeked out. I ran right across the hall into the half bath. I was making sure I got it on video just in case someone was there, so I could get them on video. I was on snapchat taking a video, and I opened the bathroom door, very slowly. My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t know who or what was out there, but I hoped it was nothing. I was with my dog at the time, because I was not going to leave her to get killed by whatever was out there. As I was slowly opening the door, I peeked my head around the corner and no one was there. I looked down at my phone and I thought, Ok, I’m going to make a run for it.

So, I ran into the middle of my living room. I looked into the kitchen and saw nothing and no one. My heart was still racing. I thought they were in my pantry hiding. I couldn’t see through my pantry door because the glass was blurred. Should I run and turn off the music, or should I just stand here? I made my decision: make a run for it and turn off the music. I sent the video to my friends and then took another one. I said, “If I don’t snapchat back in the next minute, call the cops.”

I sprinted as fast as I could across the room to the radio and clicked the little bottom that said off, and I ran into my room. After, I was scared out of my mind.

I texted my mom and said, “The music just randomly started playing.”

I am waiting for her to get back seemed like forever. Finally, when she texted me back, I felt so stupid. I felt embarrassed.

        “It’s on a timer, timed at 6 o’clock.”

No one was in my house; I had been scared for no reason. And then, I heard something else-someone walked into the garage door. My dog started barking like crazy. All I could think is, Now who is that? After what just happened, I couldn’t think anything but, Who the heck is that! I’m home alone, and no one is supposed to be here. My brother is out with friends, my sister is at a friend’s house, and my parents are out eating. No one is supposed to be here but me. I did not want to go back out there. Standing in the middle of my room with my dog beside me, I texted my friends again. I heard whoever was in the house rummaging through the kitchen. Now I knew this had to be someone that I didn’t know.

I stood there as quiet as possible. In my mind I cried, I’m going to die, someone is in my house. What the heck do I do? My dog knew something was up because she seemed a bit worried and wanted to see who was out there. As she stood next to my closed door, she turned her head, like she was confused. I heard someone walk down the steps. That was my cue to go out and see who was in the house. I opened the door, only a bit ajar. My dog and I both walked very slowly. No one was up here. So, there was only one person in the house. A tall, skinny, little figure was walking up the stairs. I froze, Who is it going to be? Am I going to die now?

And then, I realized- it was just my brother, walking up the stairs like nothing had happened, his big green eyes staring at me like, What?

Whew, I sighed with relief. I got all worked up about nothing, again…