When I got to the door I realised suddenly what something was wrong. The door were opened and I was completely sure that I had closed them a few hours ago. I was shaking while putting the key into the keyhole. It was the middle of the night and I was home alone, wasn’t expecting any guests.

When I came back to bed I noticed that a terrible storm had just begun. All of a sudden I heard that someone was knocking at the door, loudly and loudly. I felt like something was pushing me to went there.

This time the door opened itself. In front of me stood a man holding a coffin with my name engraved on it. I was so shock that I couldn’t move. The man saidquietly ‘Don’t be afraid, this is for you’. Just then the whole floor started shaking.

I turned to run away. Before I started running I had raelised that all the pictures in the house are showing familiar people crying because of my death. WHile running up stair I heard an unimaginably lound thunder, hitting my home.

Then I woke up all covered with sweat, shouting. How good that it was only na nightmare.