It was the morning of Christmas eve, and my family and I were planning to have dinner party in our new house. Dad's inviting his old friends and mother is inviting her co-workers. The rest of our family lives in another country and they have no money to come over and visit. Mom's cooking, dad's setting up the house and I'm just here in the family room, looking at the overly decorated Christmas tree full of presents surrounding it.
As hours past by, it was finally night time. The guests had arrive looking all fancy and beautiful. Dad wanted me to escort them to their seats so that the party can start. So I did, then when they all got seated, my parents said their speeches and crap, and then it was finally dinner time. The table was full of amazing dishes made by my mom. Everyone was having a good time, then all of a sudden the lights turned off. We all thought it was a blackout, but once my dad checked outside, the neighbors' houses still had their lights on. Weird huh? I was thinking to myself, maybe a raccoon ate the electricity cords or something. Mom and her friends went to the kitchen and lit up many candles as they can find then started to put one in each room. We have at least 5 rooms in our new house. My room, my parents, 2 bathrooms, and a guest room. After my mom and her friends placed candles in each room, they were suppose to meet up back in the kitchen. Everyone was there, except for one, Jenny. Everyone started to get worried. And when things can get worse, Scott, my dad's friend went missing also. Great. Everyone is panicking, and getting out of control. My mom was trying to call the cops, but the line was dead. Okay, so what the hell is going on? I'm getting scared myself. On top of all that, my mom's friend told all of us a story of the old man who died in our new house whose body was never found. I didn't want to hear the story because I thought it was all BS. So I went upstairs to my room, to listen to my iPod. On my way up there, I saw a man's shadow by the backyard door.... oh my god, he has a gun! As I was about to yell it out, he had broke the glass door, and started shooting everyone.
I quickly ran to the closest room which my parent's. Everything was going way too fast. We were just having a nice Christmas dinner a minute ago, and now a murderer is inside the house. I need to take people and myself out of this house as soon as possible. So, there I was inside my parents' room trying to find their car keys. It's almost pitch black. I'm touching all kinds of things. I'm touching my mom's big jewelry box located on top of her mini drawer. I'm kicking all kinds of hard furniture. I keep running into the wall. I'm laying my hands on top of their bed searching, trying to feel the key chain part of the keys. The key chain contains beads that spell "I love mommy" on it. It wasn't there. So I kept on looking in the dark, scared and rushed as ever, not trying to get caught by the murder. I felt a cup on top of my parents' night table, and next to it, I felt something cold and circular, like bead like. Then I figured out that it was the keys, but I wanted to make sure it was the right pair of car keys. So I continued to keep searching for something like a flashlight or a cell phone. I turned around and went in all sorts of directions. I accidently hit my head on some of the frames hanging on the wall. That made a really big noise that you can hear it from downstairs. I was in panic. I'm running around this dark room searching for some kind of light. I lay my hand against a table, and I felt something cold, it felt like rectangular shaped object. I kept feeling it, wondering what it was, then I felt a hard part and a somewhat button. Then I realized it was a lighter. Yes, finally. I grabbed it, used it to see if the keys I found were the right ones, and they were! So I headed to the door, and for some reason it was locked and I felt like I was stepping on a puddle. Then all of the lights turned on, and I looked down and it was gasoline and a fire began. I turned around and headed for the window. I got out, jumped down to the ground, next thing you know, the whole house exploded. I didn't know what to do next. All I have left are a lighter and car keys...
As hours past by, it was finally night time. The guests had arrive looking all fancy and beautiful. Dad wanted me to escort them to their seats so that the party can start. So I did, then when they all got seated, my parents said their speeches and crap, and then it was finally dinner time. The table was full of amazing dishes made by my mom. Everyone was having a good time, then all of a sudden the lights turned off. We all thought it was a blackout, but once my dad checked outside, the neighbors' houses still had their lights on. Weird huh? I was thinking to myself, maybe a raccoon ate the electricity cords or something. Mom and her friends went to the kitchen and lit up many candles as they can find then started to put one in each room. We have at least 5 rooms in our new house. My room, my parents, 2 bathrooms, and a guest room. After my mom and her friends placed candles in each room, they were suppose to meet up back in the kitchen. Everyone was there, except for one, Jenny. Everyone started to get worried. And when things can get worse, Scott, my dad's friend went missing also. Great. Everyone is panicking, and getting out of control. My mom was trying to call the cops, but the line was dead. Okay, so what the hell is going on? I'm getting scared myself. On top of all that, my mom's friend told all of us a story of the old man who died in our new house whose body was never found. I didn't want to hear the story because I thought it was all BS. So I went upstairs to my room, to listen to my iPod. On my way up there, I saw a man's shadow by the backyard door.... oh my god, he has a gun! As I was about to yell it out, he had broke the glass door, and started shooting everyone.
I quickly ran to the closest room which my parent's. Everything was going way too fast. We were just having a nice Christmas dinner a minute ago, and now a murderer is inside the house. I need to take people and myself out of this house as soon as possible. So, there I was inside my parents' room trying to find their car keys. It's almost pitch black. I'm touching all kinds of things. I'm touching my mom's big jewelry box located on top of her mini drawer. I'm kicking all kinds of hard furniture. I keep running into the wall. I'm laying my hands on top of their bed searching, trying to feel the key chain part of the keys. The key chain contains beads that spell "I love mommy" on it. It wasn't there. So I kept on looking in the dark, scared and rushed as ever, not trying to get caught by the murder. I felt a cup on top of my parents' night table, and next to it, I felt something cold and circular, like bead like. Then I figured out that it was the keys, but I wanted to make sure it was the right pair of car keys. So I continued to keep searching for something like a flashlight or a cell phone. I turned around and went in all sorts of directions. I accidently hit my head on some of the frames hanging on the wall. That made a really big noise that you can hear it from downstairs. I was in panic. I'm running around this dark room searching for some kind of light. I lay my hand against a table, and I felt something cold, it felt like rectangular shaped object. I kept feeling it, wondering what it was, then I felt a hard part and a somewhat button. Then I realized it was a lighter. Yes, finally. I grabbed it, used it to see if the keys I found were the right ones, and they were! So I headed to the door, and for some reason it was locked and I felt like I was stepping on a puddle. Then all of the lights turned on, and I looked down and it was gasoline and a fire began. I turned around and headed for the window. I got out, jumped down to the ground, next thing you know, the whole house exploded. I didn't know what to do next. All I have left are a lighter and car keys...
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