As you creep around in the dead of night, the floor creaks. But you know that it never creaks. Well, not before tonight. But when you hear the floorboard creaks, you realize it comes from behind you. You slowly turn to see but the only thing you see is pitch blackness. Then you see it. A candle flickering at the end of the hallway. You squint at the light. You creep forward. As you do so, the floorboard creaks again. You whip around. Now the candlelight is closer. You blink then it is a burning inferno, roaring straight to you. You scream as you burn to death.
I'm sorry if no one likes this but I am kinda enjoying writing murder stories at the moment.
