That night I was alone at home. The moon was full and it was a really dark night. All rooms were empty, no one was near me. Something fell down, I went to know in which room it happened. It was my mom's favorite(favourite) cup, but now broken cup. It was strange, because I was alone. I cleaned, then went back to my own room. I didn't pay attention for that situation.
I tried to sleep, but couldn't do it easily. Something was annoying and giving a lot of bad emotions. Being alone at home wasn't that good decision.
When I woke up, everything in my house was broken and the walls were dirty. It didn't scare me, just proved that better not to be alone at home when it's night.
нету хорошего смысла, но я надеюсь, что вам понравится.