by aliza Luna
(antioch, ILLINOIS)
When I go to sleep I make sure I lock the door because when I was nine I left the door open and I fell asleep. Then I heard my door close. And I tried to open it, but I couldn't. I heard foot steps behind me. I turned around and I saw a little girl. All I remember is me falling down and I looked at the little girl her hair was covering her face. She looked at me and said "get out of my room." I yelled I tried turning on my light but it did not turn on. Then I fell back to sleep.
The next morning I rode my bike and I fell off. I tried to run, but I couldn't, I just struggled. I walked slow until I got home. That night I heard the little girl again. This time she yelled "I told you to get out."
On my birthday my mom told me we we're going to move. I was happy but the same thing happened, it's like she followed us.