spooky story I wrote for class :3

I wake up and check the clock. I can't make out the time but I know it's late. I'm pretty used to waking up in the middle of the night, but this time is different. I can't seem to get back to sleep, normally this is an easy task but I can hear a slight ringing in my ears. I get up and go down the stairs to get some water, but my house looks different. There's nothing there. I look around. It's dark. But then I see it, a door before I can process what's going on, it opens. The ringing gets louder. I walk to the door and peer inside. I can't see anything. It was too dark to see.the doorway is small, I would have to duck to go inside. Go inside, I think to myself. I know I shouldn't go inside but something inside of me needs to. I step inside. There's a light switch, I pull the chain and a light comes on. The room is still very ill-lit but at least I can see. It's an empty room. The walls are an off-white color and there is a desk. I walk over. On the desk there is a small box of crayons, a large stack of paper, and a note that read: “you’re home” in colorful messy handwriting. I sat down. I pick up a crayon and a piece of paper. I draw and draw. Time passes. I didn't notice. I’m home now