my true story

I was 10 years old, I remember that I kicked the ball very hard, and it ended up in the yard of an old cabin, I ran behind the ball, when I opened the gate of the cabin, taking small steps, I fell into a hole not very deep, but next to the grounds, there was a wooden door, I opened that door slowly, I followed that long corridor, which took me in the basement of the house, where it was dark, could barely be seen, what I did was break the wood that was out the window, so could enter a little light, it was an old bar, with rotten wood, full of spider webs, after walking three steps the main entrance door to the basement was opened, listen to very strong footsteps, I hid behind a shelf, when I saw the face of an old and ugly man, with a rotten face, (it was horrible, it was horrible) once that gentleman left, I went slowly to the door through which I had entered. After arriving at the well where I fell, my friends were waiting to take me out, after taking me out and thanking them as I took a step forward, I look back and I do not see my friends, then I ran in the place where we were playing with my friends and they were there asking me why it had taken me so long, I was scared, and I did not leave again in two years.