Curiously, I opened my eyes wondering what was going on. All of a sudden a knock at the door hit my ears. Frightened, step by step I cautiously shambled towards the closed, aged, door. My hand moved forwards slowly until it was touching the handle . Gradually pulling the door towards me one bit at at a time. A sharp breeze flew through the door and past me. What should I do? Foot steps we're heard coming further towards me getting louder and louder. The door slammed shut infront of me and was now locked...
Scraped across under the door a note was there. It said "give me back what you stole or you'll regret what you've done!" I didn't know what to do and what he thought I had stolen. Everything suddenly stopped and I woke up back in bed as if nothing had ever happened. I ambled to school the next day and everyone was acting strange. Suddenly I was told that everyone was depressed because everyone's favourite teacher had left.