Writing De Ingles

It was a rainy Friday night. I was lonely at home chatting with my friends, deciding where to go dancing. It seemed to be a common Friday, but I will never forget it.

After almost an hour discussing, we could choose a disco, so I had to start preparing myself for the night. At 11 o´clock I started to apply me make up. I was in the bathroom when suddenly I felt a hand touching my back. That really scared my, but I couldn´t see anything throuhg the mirror, so I relaxed and thought it was effect of my imagination. A few seconds later the lights went off and the door closed by itself. The fear took control of me. I started running, I didn´t know exactly where, but my instint guided me out of the house.

The first thing I did was to call a friend to explain her what was happening, but she only laughed and told me that I was crazy. Maybe she was right, but that was not a solution at that moment. Fortunately I had my wallet with money on my pocket, so I went to a bar near my home. I sitted and drunk a bottle of water, I had to relax myself. I knew that I wouldn´t be able to change what had happened, I only had to accept it and come back home, but that wasn´t as easy as it seems when I think it now, I was shocked at that moment. I didn´t know what could happend at home, your imagination flies when you are in a situation like that.

12:30 on my watch and I was still at the bar, when I remembered that I was going dancing that night, and my friends might have been waiting for me. I was dressed, I had money and it wasn´t late, so I decided that the best option was go to Juana´s house, where we were going to get together before going dancing and try to forget all that happened. Whithout loosing a second I paid the wather, went outside and stopped a taxi, that took me there. My friends, as I thougt, were waiting for me, I explained to them what had happened, they hugged me and told me that everything was gonna be OK, that we were going to have an outstanding night and that at the following day I wouldn´t have any problem to enter to my house, and that they were going to go with me.

They were right, we had a great night, I almost dindn´t remember at any moment all the things that happened to me before, and, the next morning we went home. Everything was OK, my home was as perfect as it was before I leave. My family arrived two or three hours later, and my friends went to their respective homes. I never had another episode like that again, and I wish I won´t have it, but, as I said before, I will never forget that night.

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