One day I came back home, opened a wardrobe and I saw a dead body. I locked it immediately and I thought it could not be
true. I sat on my armchair and considered it was impossible. What was I about to do? What was going on? It was strange, thus I made up my mind that I slowly opened this furniture once again.
I was scared to death but I stood up and at first, I walked the chalk then started to go gradually and silently. My hands were trembling, and I was shivering with fear but I reflected that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself; as a result, I caught the key and began to open the attire. Suddenly my phone called; I did not know what to do because I wanted to see what really was in my wardrobe, consequently I get the telephone. It was my brother wanted to tell me that he bought a big marionette for the Halloween yesterday and he put it to my wardrobe because in his there was any place no longer. When I told him what I experienced he was
starting to laugh and could tell no word. I also was starting to laugh and imagined what a stupid man I was. Such strange things happen only in
detective films and books.
Therefore, I thought it would be a great screenplay, hence, if I were a film director, I would make such a film, or if I were a writer, I would write a detective story.