New House, New Life

I'm about to tell you a nigth story, so just close you'r eyes and go to sleep... So everything started on Monday the 17th. In a town called Mensford near to London.  I had a normal live I lived with my, mom my, dad and my brother. but I knew that wouldn't last long because my dad had a traveling job. So one day Karl arrived from work and gave us some news. we couldn't afford that house anymore because they didn't pay my dad enough so my dad found another job near to Birmingham. we moved in an old creepy house. The first nights were normal but things started to change. the week pased by so it was getting creepier and creepier, you could hear footsteps in front of your bedroom, people screaming in the top of her lungs but. then there was no one there. so one day I was playing with my laptop in bed and the door spread wide open, there was a shadow, a man with a hat and something on his hand but I didn't know who was he or what he was doing there. so I started screaming and screaming but my parents didn't come to my room. the man was near me with his deep red eyes he was looking at me staring at me I couldn't move I was petrified, I I continued crying and screaming but nobody seemed to hear me, the man took his hat off, he was bald with not a single hair.  at first I thought it was a dream but then I realized that  wasn't a dream it was reality, finally I saw what a man had in his hand it was a  shovel.  he said:
- sweet dreams are made of Tears
and he put he's hat on my head and  started stabbing me with the shovel. so after reading this story in the next few days you will receive an email of a guy called KarlDean don't open it or... sweet dreams are made of Tears.