Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lightson March 1, 2012 at 7:58 pm
One night there was a girl in collage that was studying for a very important test. Then she remembered she had forgotten a paper that she needed. So she walked quietly up to her dormitory into her room. As she crept into the room she heard remembered her roommate was in the room and didn’t want to wake her by turning on the lights. So she closed the door quietly and tiptoed across the room to where her papers were lying on a small table. But then she heard her roommate breathing very heavily. She must be coming down with a cold, she thought. But then she heard a drip,drip,drip. She must have left that old faucet dripping, I’ll have to remember to turn it off tomorrow, she said to herself. As she walked back to the door she heard her roommates heavy breathing again. Then she quietly closed the door and tip toed back downstairs. As she worked and worked, she fell asleep with her face on her papers. When she woke up she heard police sirens and saw that most of her classmates were crying and upset. “What happened?” she asked. “Don’t you know what happened to your roommate?” cried one of the girls . “No, what happened?” she asked. “She got killed!” the girl responded. ”Oh no!” she cried and ran upstairs. Then she went into her room and saw let out a scream. Her roommate hung upside down from the ceiling and blood was dripping onto the floor. Drip,drip,drip. The, she looked over at the wall and gasped in horror. Written on the wall in her roommates blood was: Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights.