Here is one of my short stories. Please post your opinions on it. I'm open to critics , because I want to improve my writing as much as possible.
Even if I told somebody about what happened to me, they wouldn’t believe me. I mean, I can hardly believe it either, and I’m not too sure about what happened.
It all started one overcast night. It was a full moon, but you could hardly see any light coming from it, because of all the clouds covering the sky. From time to time, you could hear the cricket’s song outside in the yard. I was reading a book in my bed, when I heard a noise coming from downstairs. So I got up, and went to see what was going on. When I got near the end of the stairs, I shouted:
“Mom? Is that you? What are you doing home? Was the trip cancelled?”
But nobody answered, although the lights in the kitchen were on. So I walked slowly, as to not make too much noise. I was getting scared. I knew my brother was spending the night at his friend, so I was home alone. I reached for the umbrella near the entrance, and then I entered the dining room. The light was becoming stronger, as I’ve approached the kitchen door. I could hear the noise intensifying and getting louder, there was even a crash. Although I could barely stay on my feet, because they were shaking uncontrollably, I watchfully entered the kitchen.