When the Smoke Alarm Goes Off

The smoke alarm goes off for the fourth time today. I have no idea whats causing it. I sit and stare at the wall. I know that I should be reacting, but at the same time I know that there is really nothing going on. Or is there? I go out into the hallway. The alarm suddenly cuts off. How?
Why? I see a flash of white, but the second I see it, it disappears. I am now standing alone in the hallway. I hear a knock on the door. It is the couple who live in the apartment next to us. "Hi, Anna" Mrs. Hard says. "Do you have any idea what keeps setting the alarm off?"
"No" I reply, "But I'm sure they'll have it fixed soon, don't worry."
"Well, we just wanted to check in on you. When are your parents going to be back?" she asks."A child shouldn't be left alone during a fire."
"Mrs. Hard, I'm fifteen, I can handle it. Besides, they'll be back tommorrow at five" I explain. "I don't even think there will be a fire"
"Well, let us know if you need anything." I shut the door. I hate how Mrs. Hard treats me like a little child, even though she's only five years older.
Still, I wish that I knew what was happening with that alarm. I sit down and turn on the t.v. It starts raining outside. No surprise. We've been having rain nearly 24/7 lately. I just sit down and watch the movie. About an hour into the movie, there is a car chase. I hate those scenes, so I am almost glad when lightning strikes right in front of our aparment complex and the power goes out.
But I'm more scared than relieved. I could have just as easily sat through that part. I remember when I was six and my mom told me that lightning was only the size of a quarter. But looking down on the patch of burnt grass, this is very hard to believe. We're lucky it didn't set on fire. But the smoke alarm beeps anyway.
I see the exact same flash of white as before, right as the alarm stops. But now, the flash is turning into a glow as bright as the sun. I cover my eyes. The thing starts to take the form of a man dressed in nineteenth century clothing. A ghost. I can hardly believe my eyes. I never believed in the supernatural, but right in front of me was living, or should I say, dead proof that the myths, the stories are true. Maybe exaggerated, but still real.
I should have listened to those horror stories, because then I might know what to do in this situation. It was something about shoes... I cant remember.
It's footsteps are getting louder as it comes closer. The closer it comes, the more terrifying it looks. I can see that it has a huge cut down the middle of it's face. It looks as if it's still gushing out blood. In one of it's hands is a candle, in the other is a knife!
It points the knife straight at me. I can barely move. I dash for the window and jump out. We are on the fourteenth floor and I have basically comitted suicide. On my fall I pass the floors below. Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, oh well, anything is better than getting stabbed by that knife. Five, four, three, two, one. But I dont hit the ground, I hit pillows, fluffy pillows. Maybe I'm already dead, I just didn't feel it.
Suddenly, a man colored green appears out of the shadows, that's funny, just a second ago there were no shadows. Now I have never seen a zombie before, but i just know what this thing is. I recognize the hypnotic lookin its eyes, the decaying skin. In a way, he looks like the ghost in my apartment, only in zombie form.
"Hey, could you not come toward me and go the other way." I plead. But it's no use. The zombie obviously doesn't care.
"Anna, Anna" a voice from behind me calls my name. "Anna!" The voice sounds familiar, I just don't know where I've heard it before. I follow it, after all, it's away from the zombie.
There is suddenly a door. The voice seems to be coming from there. I turn the knob. A woman is sitting at a table. Mrs. Hard! "I been waiting for you, Anna."
"Mrs. Hard! I'm so glad to see you! You have no idea-"
"Oh, I think I do have an idea." Mrs Hard says, she smiles cruelly.
"What's going on?" I ask. " Why am I here? Where am I? Are you a ghost too?"
"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. I don't know the answer to that myself. But the other questions I can answer. Come over here. Don't be afraid. It's just me, your neighbor, Mrs. Hard." she tries to smile again. I come toward her. It's as if she has me under her control. "What's going on is that when you jumped through your window, the ghost who had driven you out hadn't killed you himself. If someone kills themselves, its not enough for him. He has to kill you himself. So instead of letting you fall, he brings you here, to the world of the supernatural. He was a serial killer a long time ago, you know. There."
"But how do I get home?" I add. " I don't want to be stuck here forever!"
"Of course you don't!" she says. "But that's not my problem." She disappears in the same blinding light that the ghost in my apartment appeared in. I shield my eyes, and when I open them I'm home. The car chase is going on. I guess it was all a dream.
Then, the smoke alarm goes off. Not again.