DRAMATIC.

Ashly Karp

You open the door, and come home to your sibling laying on the ground unconscious.

Your hearts starts racing; breath is short.

No one else is home, a ruckus comes from the closet

Slowly turning a the knob.

Hands emerge from the darkness, launching at you.

Your Mother jumps out, yelling “April fools day!”

We got you good didn’t we?