One night I called all of my friends to have a sleepover. When they all arrived, we went into my room. It was stormy out and we were telling scary stories. All of a sudden we heard something like a glass break and then footsteps! Then we continued telling our stories until then we heard the footsteps getting louder. We all hid under my bed as the "thing" approached my room. We saw a sharp thing hanging from his pants with blood dripping down from it. We got really scared. "Come out, come out, where ever you are!!" called the "person." The thing searched my room for us as the thing heard us telling our stories. "I want to KILL! So much fun!!!" The thing sounded unconscious to us. After about an hour of hiding under the bed the thing left to search the rest of the house. Luckily one of my friends had her cellphone with her and called 911. The "thing" heard the tones of the 3 numbers dialing and came into the room carefully and quietly and removed the knife from the pocket. "Someone broke into my friends house and we need to report it right away." "What is your address?" "259 Haunted Death Lane." Before my friend had a chance to hang up, she felt pain in her back. "Guys help!!!" There was no respond. She looked over at her friends and she saw that they were laying in a puddle of blood. The thing had stabbed my friends to death. Luckily I was still under my bed so the thing didn't see or hear me. That was the last time I saw my friends. That wasn't all! It was OUR LAST SLEEPOVER.