I remembered that I was reading a novel the other night. Vaguely, I believed it was One Hundred Years Of Solitude. The rain struck unexpectedly; thus I rushed to windows and closed them. Suddenly, there was a terrifying scream coming out of the second floor. It was unlike any sounds I had ever heard before, but still it felt so familiar. I hurried upstairs. No one was there. The living room was as empty as empty could be. The plain table laid still in the middle, with a bag of Lays on it. Nothing was unusual. However, everything seemed too normal to be true. It felt extremely unreal, and so spooky that I could feel the cold sweat running down my back. I was shivering and started to panic. "It was Charles!" My mind ran out of control. "It's got to be Charles!!!" I was talking to myself. "The windows!" I opened it without second thought. It was bright out there...Was it the moon? It shined like the sun...