A short story about my house: I had always thought that my life was normal, my family was normal, and my house was normal--until that one day. That was when my whole life turned upside down. “Bam!” all the books fell down. I looked at the empty bookshelf. Suddenly, I heard a sound O and the bookshelf started to open as if was a door. I was intrigued to see what was inside. I started S to walk in when suddenly, “Creak,” the door shut behind me! ‘No! This can’t be happening! How O am I supposed to get out? Also, why does it feel like I’m in a movie?’ I thought. I figured I would find something out so I fearfully started to walk down the long hallway. It was all dark, full of cobwebs and dust, but I didn’t let that stop me. After what it felt to be an H eternity,I arrived at a mysterious and peculiar stairway. The staircase groaned as I walked on P them. At last, I made it into a dark room. I looked around the dim room. Only some candles were the source of light in this dusky room. Suddenly, I saw my parents mumbling some kind of words under their mouth. I soon came to a realization that they were performing of kind of magic. I ran out of there as fast as my little legs could carry me. “My parents are witches and wizards, my parents are witches and wizards, my parents are witches and wizards,” I mumbled over and over again as I ran out of the passageway. Managing to open the door, I started to pack my things. I figured that I could stay at my friend’s house while I figure everything out. I was a scared bunny on the loose. M After a while, I arrived at my friend’s house, my face looking pale and terrified. My friend was very curious why my face was what it was like.