Inside a Haunted House (Hour 1)

I gasped and looked from side to side cursing myself. I knew it was a bad idea to come. I knew it the moment my so-called friends dared me to spend the night at this stupid haunted house. It was either that or be made fun of for being a wimp. The minute I walked in I kept my back to the wall. I thought I had imagined it, but there had definitely been a ghost in the doorway. Since I was spending the night here, I looked for a bed. That was when I had trapped myself in the room. That's when I began cursing myself. Being the dumb person I am, I had decided to lock the door to prevent any spirit or ghost from coming in. Of course, it wasn't until after I closed the door that I realized any ghost or spirit would easily be able to pass through the door. I tried opening it again, but it was jammed. I found a paintbrush lying around and tried to use it to unjam the door, but it was useless. I had locked myself in the third floor of an old, abandoned, and definitely haunted house. I was more scared than when we were told a meteor was approaching the Earth. It was supposed to be the end of humanity. I chuckled at the memory of everyone running around frantically while I came up with stories to prevent from being scared and going crazy. I gasped and suddenly knew exactly how I was going to spend the night. I would come up with silly stories and tomorrow, my friends will come looking for me since we agreed they would look for me if the 24 hours passed and I was still inside. I settled down in a corner and wrapped a blanket that was covered in holes from the moths. I began racking my brain for story ideas. I decided to use a situation from real life to begin. Then I remembered my mom had lost an important phone number. That would be my base for the story.