True Friday the 13th Story that Happened to Me

I walked home from my afternoon bus stop, down my street, avoiding the construction.

My mother's and brother's cars were outside, and I was relieved I wasn't home alone.

I was a little suprised when the door was locked, but I just grabbed out my Harry Potter keychain and unlocked the door.

The house seemed emty, my mother wasn't laying on the couch watching Hallmark movies, or sitting at the kitchen table on her Alient Energy laptop.

My father's room was also emty, my mom wasn't working on his desktop doing radon reports.

I was indifferent, I woud just work on homework, read book, and do whatever I liked to do.

I walked past my brother's room, and I saw the door was shut. The light was off, however, and he might not've been home.

I called for my mom, wondering where she could be. Mabye she was downstairs doing the laundry.

Then, I screamed.

Not for no reason, but a figure had jumped out of my brother's room, and yelled "BOO!"

I bet you can geuss who it was.