The ringing
The door bell rung through out the house echoing off the large walls. I dragged myself to the door as the person rung the bell over and over. "Jesus Christ I'm coming" I said to myself.
I looked through the window on the door and a large man was standing on my porch. He had sunglasses that looked like a mirror. I opened the door. He started asking me personal questions and information. "When's your birthday? Where did you go to collage? Do you have a driving license?"
He had a dark voice. I closed the door as my heart rushed. He rung the bell again. "Leave me alone!" I screamed. I covered my ears as the never ending ringing kept going. Finally, it stopped. A sigh of relief rushed over me. I was still shaking and crying.
The next day I got up to more ringing. The same man was at the door. I opened it and screamed "I'm calling the police, stalker!!" I yelled at him.
"I think we have a miss understanding" he said "I'm here to sell you a van"
"That's worse!" I screamed as I fell on the ground crying.
The clapping.
"Ahh!" Screamed my brother.
"What is the matter with you?!" I yelled at my brother. I walked into his room for the hundredth time.
"There is clapping on the TV!" He yelled at me as I walked in.
I looked at the TV and saw the weird baby show that was suppost to help him go to sleep. "I'll turn it off then" I said going to the tv.
"Noo!" He yelled at me.
"Fine" I said impatiently "Why don't you want to keep it on if you are scared?"
"Because Hilary will win!" He said
"What?"
"If she wins USA will go to hell!"
I looked at the TV and saw it go to break. Donald Trump campaign and he was explaining USA will go to hell if he didn't win. Clapping was in the background.
I collapsed on the ground and started crying. "Tommy!" My brother yelled.
"Trump might be the next president!"
