As cold as the wind, Mr. Fern was freezing in fear when all of a sudden. The doors were flung open Mr. Fern Froze in Fear as he heard the scratching of a claw mark from the window making a very loud sound.

   When he heard that sound, Mr. Fern ran to the closet not caring how much noise he would make when a creature would just pop out and kill him or would rather eat him than starve on an empty stomach.

    While hiding in the closet he was now pale as a ghost and was still holding his gun in his bare hands until he heard a loud sound coming from the living room it was making a very loud sound of glass shattering, furniture breaking, and things being thrown and smashed to the wall.

    When the noise stopped, Mr. Fern was too scared to get out of his hiding spot; after all, he was a farmer, so why would he be that scared when he had a Shotgun with him?

   When he finally got out of his hiding spot everything was in the living room and everywhere in the house was a mess and everything was smashed into pieces in one bit.

   While Mr. Fern was exploring the wreckage of his house he accidentally stepped on a piece of shattered glass, he tried not to scream but he couldn't hold much longer and screamed so loud that the creature heard the sound.