I stepped through the door on to the threshold and flicked on the light switch. The lights turned on; two or three of them flickered for a few minutes and then went out for good. The wind howled incessantly through the broken window above the hayloft, stirring up the dust which had accumulated everywhere. I looked around before I took another step into the old barn. This barn was scary enough in the day time, at night it was almost unbearable for me. My pulse quickened as I looked at the strange objects around me. In the shadows ordinary things like bikes, tires, sewing machines, and tools look like monsters waiting to attack me. What scares me the most is the mask of an old Indian man, with long greasy hair and two empty black holes where eyes should have been. Suddenly I heard a low scratching noise; something was moving in the corner. Before it could come out of the dark and get me I turned around and ran outside, the reason for my trip to the barn totally forgotten.