It was a dark night in my childhood neighborhood, me and all my friends were playing football barefooted in the neighbors yard. We never really knew who he/or she was, we kinda thought nobody lived there because they never really came out. Some of my other friends showed up on their bicycles and we all started playing.
About thirty minutes into the game one of my friends kicked the ball and it hit one of the windows on the creepy house. We stood in silence for a while and finally I decided to go get the ball, but it was too dark to see so I went in my house to get a flashlight.
As I was looking for the ball I heard footsteps coming from the house so I hurried up, grabbed the ball, and ran back to my friends. They were all confused about why I was scared. I told them about what had all happened. I turned around only to see an old, grumpy, and scariest looking man I have ever seen!!!! As the old man approached my friends and me he was yelling and saying things, it all sounded like gibberish to me though. I yelled to everybody run and we all scampered and ran home. END OF STORY
