Personal Narrative-Silent As A Funeral

Silent as A Funeral, Scared to Death

The house is silent as a funeral and everyone is asleep. It is a calm night, no storms. The moon is as bright as the sun, lighting up the land. There is a “knock, knock, knock,” on the bedroom window and my eyes snap open, scared to death. It had been a normal day. My parents returned from a full day’s work and I returned home from school. We did our homework and paperwork. As a family, we had a delicious dinner and lounged on the couch. Together we watched our favorite evening shows. Then, the sun hid behind the trees and darkness took over. Our eyelids became heavy and it was time for bed. I told my parents goodnight and headed to the bathroom to do my nightly routine. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then to bed I went smelling minty and feeling relaxed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow. Enveloped in blankets and pillows, I was a Christmas present covered in wrapping paper. I hadn’t moved all night, just like a stagnant boulder. Dreams of fluffy sheep and bubbles rolled through my mind. Abruptly, there was a harsh “knock, knock, knock” at my bedroom window. Immediately my eyes flipped …show more content…
I was scared to death. I hurled off the covers and jumped out of the bed like I was being attacked by a mountain of red ants. At that point, I became an agent on the crime shows. I was running from wall to wall through the house, attempting to stay hidden. Once I reached my parents’ bedroom, I crawled like a panther on the prowl to their bedside. I poked my dad on his shoulder and whispered quietly as possible, “there is someone outside my window.” My mom searched for a flashlight and headed toward the living room. I warned her to approach the window on her stomach like a soldier would crawl in combat. Moments later she returned, saying no one was outside. I was sent back to bed, but I stayed on alert for the rest of the