This is a horror story, (but not obvious!) I created this story, When I home alone!

The sound of thunder made me awake. Uh, hard, makes me surprised. My eyes open, but why so dark? Maybe the electricity goes out, because it rained quite heavy and incessant thunder boomed. Or maybe before bed I turn off the lights. I don't know, I forgot. I grab my hand phone, the only tool in times of emergency such as this torch. I see the clock on my phone, at 12:15 AM. But it seems Mom had not come home. Maybe late at the office. If you have, Mom would never let me sleep in couch.

My name is Wendy. A fifteen-year-old girl. Ever since Dad died, Mom had to earn more extra. Poor Mom. I wish I could help. But just study hard and my accomplishments I was able to Mom happy. But. . . I wish I could do more for the Mom. Hhhh. . .

Taarrrrr! A voice suddenly awaken me from my reverie. I'm sure, just what I heard was not thunder. It seems from the kitchen. Like the sound of glass breaking. Is there a glass that fell? But who's dropping. . . more precisely, accidentally dropped!? Maybe someone knocking glasses on the table until the fall. Is it Mom? Mom had gone home?

I got up off the couch. I dared myself to try and see what happens, see what the noise was. And if anyone in the kitchen. But. . . Is that brave as me? I'm home alone, midnight, dark. Ouch, paranoid! Cold, my neck feathers goose bumps. But curiosity is very strong push me.

I step forward with my feet carefully. Crept walked into the kitchen. I turn on my hp to illuminate my path.

Drrt-drrrtt. . . Biip-biiippp. . . Drrrt. . .

I jump. My cell phone vibrates, and there is an incoming call tone. I see on the screen, "Mom". . .

I press accept, then I stick my ear.

"Hello, darling... Did I disturb your sleep? I just want to say, maybe I'll come home early. Excuse me, you be home alone tonight. Ma....."

I turn off my hp. Enough is enough. My legs trembled. I've no longer feel afraid of strong and cold. I just try to open the mouth while standing in place, trying to scream. But. . . heavy. My throat is dry. Between conscious and unconscious, I finally made a sound.

"Who's there?"