The Unexpected Guest

The dim yellow light from my table lamp spreads across my room, giving it a warm atmosphere. I sat cozily on my soft, comfy bed, fluffy pillows surrounding me. It was peaceful being home alone. You could just relax. I started playing on my phone. There were snacks leaning on my right thigh and coke on my left. I took a bite out of my mouth watering chocolate sprinkle donut with cream filling. YUM, it sure was delicious! I was just about to take another bite when I was interrupted by the knocking at my front door.
"UGH, why now? I was enjoying my time alone. Geez. I just want to enjoy eating my donut." I didn't want to get out of my comfortable and warm bed either. But I had to, because whoever was out there would freeze in the cold.

I hopped out of my bed and it felt like the temperature dropped suddenly. The silky velvet curtains were swaying in the wind.
"Oh the windows were opened. That's why it's cold." I closed the windows and peeked through them. But I couldn't see a thing because of the grimy stuff on it. I gently wiped it with my hideous thumb so that I could see clearly. There was an old woman standing still right in front of my door. She was wearing unusual clothing for a person who would come to these sort of places, but she looked very rich. I calmly walked down the wooden stairs; each step making the floors creak (the creaks sounded like an old woman who was shouting at kids who passed her house or littered). In the dark, my cracked, dry hands found the cold metal door handle. I twisted it and I felt my wrist nearly break (Wow I need to move around a bit more). I pulled the mahogany door towards me and it swung like a rag doll. An arctic breeze entered my house and painted my nose red as it brushed past...