and this is what I wrote, and I presented it in front of the class.

SCARY STORY
Joe Ruane
I close my eyes, on the night of the first day of December, listening to the rain drip from the ends of the rooftops. It was sometime around Eleven O' Clock, and the power had been out for an hour or two. I had finally decided to begin my first attempt at sleep, when I heard a scream come from out my window. I threw my covers off of me, and hurried to the window, wondering if it was some kind of mistake my mind had made in its attempt to slumber. I slowly push up the blinds, expecting to see the infinite blackness of night. What I see is, not the night sky, but rather a smile, coming from a hooded figure, which appears to be hanging from the roof, but without a wire or rope to hold him up. After the half a second of an awkward glare from him, I stumble backwards, and fall onto my back. The hooded figure somehow moves through the solid glass window, and towards me, at an alarming speed. The hooded man than removes his hood, only to reveal his identity, which is exactly who I thought it was. CHUCK NORRIS. He proceeds to stomp on my face with his size 15 boots. The worst part about being stomped on the face by CHUCK NORRIS, is that it doesn't become numb, and it doesn't kill you. It gets more painful every time the boot collides with your face. After over 9000 blows, a Pterodactyl flies through the window that CHUCK NORRIS had entered through, and starts eating CHUCK NORRIS' brains. Unfortunately for me, Pterodactyls don't actually exist, and I eventually was served to CHUCK NORRIS as Breakfast, in a bowl of cereal. Now, I sit inside CHUCK NORRIS' intestines, writing this on a piece of paper I found in his esophagus .