My strange adventure.
It was a sunny Sunday morning, but I was still sleeping in my bed. I was at home alone, because my parents had gone to grandma for Easter. To tell the truth, I had meant to visit grandma with them, but in the evening before setting off I had got ill. I had decided to stay at home.
Suddenly, I woke to the strange sound. “What's going on in here?” - I mumbled to myself. I felt that someone was in our living room. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps clearly. I was so terrified that I couldn't even scream. “What should I do now?” - I was trying to think sensibly, but I still didn't know what to do.
Eventually, I made up my mind to take my brother's baseball bat and attack that strange person. I was getting more and more nervous. I crept to the living room, trying not to make any noise, and saw a man, standing near the window. To my amazement, he was short, plump and going bald. He seemed to be harmless, but I still held the bat in my hand, and I was ready to use it.
I got closer and closer when he suddenly turned round. He looked at me and screamed loudly. I breathed a sign of relief, because I recognized him. It turned out that he was my neighbour, who came to water the flowers during our absence. Apparently, he didn't know that I was at home. I must have really scared him!