My Biggest Fear...
It was fifteen minutes past midnight. Sandy had never been alone at home before and tonight seemed to be the worse night to be alone. It was an odd night. The sky was black and there was a silence not even crickets would break. To make things worse the power had gone out. All she could do was lay down in bed in hopes that sleep would soon come to visit. Suddenly there was a small noise. She sat up quickly and then paused again to listen. Her bedroom door slowly creaked open but no one was pushing it. A chill ran down her spine as she imagined what it could be. A ghost, demon, or worse- a murderer. Her imagination was getting to her. She decided to grab a shoe next to her bed to defend herself from whatever was about to come into her room. At that moment she saw what was so eagerly pushing at her door. Sandy dropped the shoe and jumped to the nearest chair. It was far worse than any apparition or devil. It was a telemarketer. She had always thought they came around dinner time but she was very wrong.