Read this story and give your first impressions of it.

Read this story and give your first impressions of it. Were you interested / scared / amused? Why? / Why not? MARTINS STORY One November night, I happened to be at home alone. It was nearly 11 oclock and I was just beginning to fall asleep, when I noticed a vague, musty smell. First I thought it was my imagination but it grew stronger and really nasty. I got out of bed and looked around my room, then I went out on the landing, trying to find where the smell was coming from. It seemed to be all over the house. It was weird, but I was tired and went back to bed, still wondering about the smell. I thought I39;d sort it out in the morning. About 2 o39;clock in the morning, I woke up suddenly to a loud moaning sound. Once, then again. I was sure I heard it coming from downstairs. Hesitating for a moment, I quickly ran downstairs to see what it was. There was no one there and the sound had stopped. Slowly I went back upstairs, and only then I noticed that it was very cold in the house. My whole body was shaking from the cold, it was hard to breathe and every breath мейд a little white mist in the freezing air. The musty smell in the house was really horrible now. I could hear my heart pounding loudly. My хэнд shook as I leaned forward to open my bedroom door and I suddenly felt I wasn39;t alone in the house anymore. My hair stood on end. My first impulse was to run away. Instead, I quietly turned the handle and pushed the door open. The sight I saw struck terror in my heart and it nearly stopped. Standing on mv bed was the transparent form of a hooded monk. His back was turned towards me and he мейд no sound or movement. I was rooted to the spot by fear and couldnt think or utter a sound. I was dead scared: any movement or noise might make the monk turn and look at me. What I feared most of all was his gaze. Then suddenly, the ghastly figure started to fade away, first the feet, then the rest. When his head finally disappeared, the house wasn39;t cold anymore. I was so relieved my legs felt like jelly. I had to sit down on the floor for a while. Later on, still feeling weak at the knees, I went downstairs for a drink to calm myself down. I switched on all the lights in the house, and as soon as I got myself together, I called a friend and went to stay at his place. Never again did I sleep in that room!