I hurried up the stairs screaming. All I remember is eating my sandwich. I want to tell you that my house is in need of renovation. Every door is weak and so easy to break and for this every noise I hear is antagonizing at night. While running, I grabbed my white phone that had little battery left. I tried to comprehend of what was happening. The incident has been stored in my mind, while it is trying to think of ways to get out. Fast steps came up the stairs. They sounded energetic and excited. My time is gone.
