A NARRATIVE ESSAY
Two
summers ago, three weeks after the day of Saint John, I and my brother Raimon had
a terrifying experience in my house that I couldn’t forget in all my live. We had
the dinner alone in the sofa, at 10 o’clock; we ate vegetable soup, made by our
mother, and pasta with carbonara. As
we had been eating and were just relaxing in the sofa, we heard a mysterious
noise from outside home.
At
first we were scared so we didn’t want to move or made any noise that can be
able to call the attention of the thing that would being out, but the shutters
of the windows were open. With fast movements we got close all of them, and we
were more clamed because we felt more protection. Then our parents arrived, we
tell them all about the night. They went out the house to look for the thing
that causes the terrifying noise, but the coast was clear.
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The morning
later we went out the house and we found some papers and peaces of firecrackers.
Finally all finish with big scare; the night before some boys had thrown their
firecrackers in our terrace.
It
was a terrible experience that my brother and I will remember for a lot of years.