Creative writing with Mr. Hudsin

When I have a kid, I would probably treat him or her the way my parents treated me. First I would cuss it out, slam it's face against a wall and then for the grand finale chuck it out the window of the hospital. Haha haha I'm just kidding but I bet I had you going there for a second. I would truly care and love my child. Giving him or her a fun surroundings to grow up in so they become a well round person, full of live and creativity. (My parents did not actually do any of those crazy things, I just wanted to make a morbid joke)  

I woke up in the middle of the night to a scratching noise. I got out of my bed and turned on the lamp by my side table but the lamp did not turn on. So I ran over to the switch on the wall but I tripped over something on the floor and hit my head off the corner of my dresser. I laid there listening to the scratching as it got louder and louder. The floor started to creak and and walls started to shack. My stereo clicked on and the speakers were vibrating with sounds that were like nails on a chalkboard. Soon the noises drove me to insanity.