"some little bastard kids are playing jumanji in my attic!"
It was just like any other Tuesday night. I was sitting in my room, watching American Idol and doing a little homework, when I suddenly heard a slight noise come from the air conditioning vent. Realizing that my cat was not in my room, I figured she might have gotten stuck in the attic somehow, so I decided to go save my cat. I went over to the attic door, opened it, and called my cat's name, expecting her to come down. She didn't come down so I assumed she was somewhere else and closed the door. As soon as I shut the door, I heard something coming down the stairs. Thinking it might have been my cat, I opened the door, expecting a cute little fluffy cat to come running down the stairs. HOLY SHIT WAS I WRONG! As soon as I opened the door, a black thing flew down the stairs and started fluttering in my ear. That black thing, ladies and gentlemen, was a bat. I screamed as loud as I possibly could and ran downstairs to get my dad. I was so scared that I couldn't even tell them that I was just viciously attacked by a bat. Finally, I got it out and my dad and brother killed the little bastard. All is now well at the Notini residence...