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Home Alone

I remember the first time that my parents left me home alone. 

I was very grown up, and I thought that I would be just fine. 

I was fine for a while. 

I watched television and had something to eat. 

I called my friend on the phone, and we talked for a while. 

Then, I sat down to read a book. 

The house was quiet, very quiet. 

I found myself listening very carefully. 

I heard a tap, tap tapping noise. 

I wondered where it was coming from. 

It seemed to be coming from the window. 

I turned out the lights so that nobody would see me, and I peeked out the window carefully. 

I was expecting to see a robber tapping at my window. 

There was nobody there. 

It was just a tree branch swaying in the breeze and tapping at my window. 

I felt silly. 

I turned on the lights and sat back down to read my book. 

A few minutes later, I heard some creaking noises. 

I listened carefully. 

Then, I heard a clunking noise. 

I think it might have been the furnace. 

Then there was a whirring noise. 

My imagination began to play tricks on me. 

I was imagining that there were all kinds of creatures in the house. 

I told myself to grow up. 

I wouldn’t let my imagination run away with me. 

I was glad when my parents got home. 

I told them about all the noises that I had heard. 

My parents laughed and said that all houses make noises.

We’re usually just so busy that we don’t hear all the noises that go on. 

I have stayed home alone many times now. 

I just ignore all the little creaks and noises that I hear. 

I am still alert and listen for anything suspicious, but I know that there are lots of noises that are harmless.  

That tree that taps on my window still frightens me sometimes, but I’m a lot braver now than I was the first time that I stayed home alone.

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