Before I start I should probably give you some basic background info.
My name is London, and all of this started when my cousins and I went to my aunts house to visit last summer. All the boys had gone fishing, and everyone else went out shopping. Breanne and I had decided for whatever reason to stay in the house alone.
The house is in a small town in Idaho, and my aunt and uncle used to own a farm, so it is completely surrounded by dirt outside the yard and trees, and the neighbors are about a quarter mile down the road.
It was about 10 o'clock and nobody was home yet, which was really quite scary since it had been dark out for an hour now, and the boys should be home. On top of that all the shops were closed and the TV wasn't working.
So Breanne and I, trying our hardest to not completely freak out, went to bed. We went to the same room as always, the one in the front left corner of the house, on ground level. We turned on the fan and went to bed.
Then it happened. The fan had always shaken profusely when you put it on the highest setting so it was normal that it did, but as I crawled across the bed to turn it down a little, the fear that I have had since I was little of it falling on top of us at night, came true.
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Life's Just FANtastic
AdventureI know what you're thinking, why would anyone want to read a story about a fan. And no, not a fangirl, just an ordinary old ceiling fan. Because truly that's all it is, one of those things that have blades and hang from the ceiling, and turn to make...
