murder

As I picked up my last bag, I was relived to be going home. I think it was safe to say that this was the worst holiday ever. When we arrived on the first day, the heating doesn't work and we couldn't find the basement. On the second day, the lights burst and we have to use an oil lamp. we hear screams on the third and on the fourth, a huge oak tree in the back yard, crashed through my bedroom window. the fifth day was probably the worst day.