One Night

One Night
By Gemma Kummerer

One night while my dad and Poppy were watching the news, my Ama, Mom and I decided to play Scrabble. My mom and I were on a team, and we just put down a word, when the front door opens a crack. “CREEEEK” we heard as the door opens. By the look on our faces, we all thought someone was trying to break in. My Ama hops up and runs to the door to close it. “Get out of here!” Ama screamed. We all got up franticly. My Mom grabbed the gigantic dictionary we were using to play Scrabble, and held it up like a baseball bat ready to throw it at whoever came in.

Everyone’s face was as white as paper, and I about threw up! My Dad ran outside hoping to scare whoever it was away. My Dad ran outside and looked around but there was no one there. “They could not have gotten away that fast,” we all thought. There was silence as the cold wind blew in from the open door. Then my Dad said “I bet you that when I went out to the car to get a water bottle, I didn’t shut the door all the way and the wind blew it open.” That probably is what happened, but I was still a little shaky, and I could not convince myself that everything was ok. That night I kept thinking about it. “You know everything’s all right,” I said to myself. Then I prayed to God, and thanked Him that it was not a bad person trying to break in, and it was just the wind. I asked Him to help me fall asleep, and with a wink of any eye, I was fast asleep.