Old man: (thinking to himself) I've been hearing weird things for the past seven nights. the footsteps as if it were someone walking, and the creaks as if my door was opening.
Old man: But the eighth night, i woke up to a small chuckle as if it was a man. I slowly draw my body up non-hesitant. I sat up for about and hour when i think to myself," it's nothing but the wind in the chimney- it's only a mouse crossing the floor." or " It's merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Then a dim ray from a crevice shot out at my eye!
A man with a loud yell jumps into my room, he drags me to the ground and a heavy bed over me. That was the last hour of my life.