A Ghost Story Of Sorts

     The truck broke down. I was shipping something; I wasn't told what it was, though. Anyway, there appeared to be some sort of big scary house. So, naturally, I went inside. As I opened the door, a plate hurtled past my head. As anyone would have, I assumed that it was an accident, and kept going. There was a room at the very end of a dark hall, and strange noises were coming from it. For some reason, instead of running away, I went inside the room. And of course there was a demon child in there who ripped my heart out and I died.