Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-12401164-20150322183927

This is my first time posting a short story on here so I hope you enjoy. It's called "The Stormy Night"

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It was a stormy night and I was about to go to bed until I heard a knock on the door. I walked down starirs, opened the door, but there was nothing to be seen. I walked back up stairs, then I went into my bed, but I had a hard time going to sleep. I then heard noises from downstairs and I heard my dog weaping with fear. I walked back downstairs and I was not able to find my dog and I saw blood all over the floor. Then I noticed I forgot to lock the door before I went to sleep. Why did this happen to me? Why not anybody else? Who is this man who would even want to get into a house on a stormy night like this? The creepy thing is, this is the night that my mother was mudered seven years ago, October 13, 2008. 