I was about your age that night, in the third or fourth grade.
The house we lived in as awful. I don't believe in haunted houses but I'm telling you now that there was something wrong with that house, something evil. And while I don't believe in it now, I remember vividly what it was like to feel haunted in every room. We all saw things, things that the natural world can't explain. I'll probably never tell you about those things. I only bring it up because it's somewhat germane to what I'm about to tell you now.
