There
was one night when I was in sixth grade my dad played a huge prank to scare me.
My daily routine at night is to get ready for bed, then I usually read
for a while and after that my mother would always come and turn my light off
and shut the door. Well, this one night, my dad decided that he was going to go
lay on the floor under my bed before I went in there to read. When I went in
there to read, he was really quiet and I had absolutely no idea that he was
hiding under my bed. I was done reading and my mom came in to shut the light
off. All was well and I think about ten minutes passed before I started to hear
something rattling at the end of my bed. He was laying on the floor shaking
something. I was freaking out, so I called out to my mom and told her to
come into my bedroom. As she was walking down the hallway to my room, he jumped
out and jumped on my bed. I was so freaking scared that I wanted to sleep in my
parents room for the rest of the night. My mom was so mad at my Dad that
she made him sit in my room until I fell asleep. She was not happy with that little guy. He
was going to lay at the bottom of the bed until he knew that I was a little bit
scared. He did a very good job at scaring me that night because I was scared
for like a whole week. The two scariest things to me are nuns and the
dark. I think that the dark is scary for
me because I have a creative imagination. I imagine that there are things that
are coming to get me. When I get home at night I always run to the front door
because I am afraid that something is waiting to come get me. Maybe I could
just blame my father for all of their fears.
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