One bright morning

One bright morning in April, I discovered that I wasn’t alone in my home. I heard something coming from the basement, and it wasn’t my parents. I was home alone because my parents have gone for a vacation. During the night I heard something again, it was a voice that sounded like a man who tried to break something, but I was tired so I didn’t thought about it that much. When I woke up I discovered that there was a stuffy smell in my bedroom. Hardly could I breath. I thought there was something wrong, and it may have