Story writing on it was Sunday evening and I was alone at home
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STORY It was Sunday evening and my parents were not at home. Being alone I could not sleep peacefully. To make matters worse there was an outage. I went to the kitchen and as I lighted the candle suddenly I saw a scorpion crawling across the floor and hid under the bed. I jumped onto the bed out of fear. Scorpions scared me to death. I had a creeping feeling that the scorpion would climb up the wall and sting me.
So I was on tenterhooks until my parents returned. Actually they had gone to attend a wedding party. I had opted out to stay back at home to watch my favourite reality show on TV. Unfortunately, the weather got rough followed by torrential rain. The outage had made things worse. I was scared of the dark so, I did not go out to start the generator.
The sight of the scorpion inside the room had curdled my blood. It was at midnight that I heard the familiar horn of my father’s car. No sooner had I heard the horn than I scampered to the gate and opened it. As soon as my family entered the house, I told them the tale of my woes. My father bent and with the torch saw under the bed. In the farthest corner lay the scary scorpion crouching sticking to the bedpost. My father used a broom to throw the scorpion out. I relieved a sigh of relief. I resolved I would never stay alone at home in future.
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