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¿ Veronica ?

After being left alone in a haunted house at the age of 7, I thought I would never feel the shock of total fear like that again...At the age of 13, that fear returned...

It was mid summer...Nice and breezy outside..I opened my windows in my bedroom and got ready for bed..I sat up for a bit...played around with some music at my keyboard, then shut off everything for the night..I opened my door so I could hear if my mom needed anything and curled up in bed for the night...Some time during the night...I heard a noise outside my window, but I didn't bother with it..I figured it was one of the neighborhood cats... I tossed and turned that night...Something was disturbing greatly disturbing me..After a few hours, I started to dream..I was dreaming about that same sound outside my window..

I went over to my window and looked out...There was nothing there..I paused, pulled the curtains together and turned around..My heart stopped as I turned around...There he stood, Freddy Krueger, from one of my horror movies..I rubbed my eyes, knowing it had to be a nightmare..As I opened them again, I could hear his steel claws scraping across my door as he shut and locked it...He grinned at me with such an evil intent that my whole body shook..I screamed, but my parents didn't hear me..I ran, but there was no where to go..I started to throw things at him trying to make him leave me alone so I could get out my door, but it wouldn't open...I threw my lamp at him and stood in the corner of my room..I was out of places to run...In my last attempt to slow him down, I picked up my keyboard and threw it as hard as I could...The stand it was attached to slashed his face, but didn't slow him down a bit..He came toward me slowly, grinning and laughing morbidly..As he drew back his steel claws I took a deep breath, my last breath, and passed out..

The next morning, I was startled by a pounding on my door..My dad was yelling at me to wake up..He couldn't open my door and was worried about me..I laid there for a minute, thinking about the horrible dream I had and how glad I was that it was morning...I rubbed my eyes and sat up in my bed..As I started to focus my eyes around the room I couldn't believe what I saw..My windows were closed, my curtains drawn, my door closed and locked..My room was destroyed...My lamp was in pieces on the floor, my keyboard was on the other side of the room upside down against the closet..My room looked as though a tornado had hit it..I opened my door and my dad went nuts...He couldn't believe what my room looked like..I asked him if he heard anything during the night, but no one heard anything...He was so angry...I spent all day cleaning up the mess and getting my room back in order...To this day he swears I had a temper tantrum about something and trashed my room, but I don't remember ever waking up until I heard him pounding on my door..What happened that night? Did someone or something really come into my room? I don't know..I'm still confused 13 years later..I know, it's strange, but it's true..