It was June 10th , 2006,the day after my birthday. It was also the day of my party and everything was set up. My friends had come to help. Everything looked great. Except for the door in the basement. But it was perfectly normal Saturday afternoon. Until night fell.
So far 6 people had arrived at my party. Then 10,12, and then 20. More and more people came so snacks were disappearing fast, so I went to the basement to get more snacks. When I opened the mini refrigerator to get more snacks, suddenly the door that I store all my games in was shaking. The doorknob started turning. I was thinking that it was just one of my friends playing a joke on me but there was only one way to find out.
I opened the door and I saw a tall, skinny man with fury in his eyes. The man looked at me and I remembered who the man was. It was "Old Man Thomas".My friends and I used to call him that but he didn't like it one bit. His real name was George Thomas. He hated kids and wished that they would all drop dead, but instead he dropped dead at the pharmacy while trying to get his medicine. He's supposed to be in his grave but instead he standing right in front of me.
I screamed and ran for the door, but it was locked. "Old Man Thomas" started walking toward me. I grabbed my dad's wooden stick, and started toward the door. I finally got the door open and ran. I ran to my room and thinking about why was he here and not buried in the ground. Then, I looked on my dresser and saw this gold locket. I dug it up on my way home. On it was carved "George Thomas". As soon as I saw it I ran to his grave and put it on it and that was the last time I ever saw him again.