It was a stormy night. My parents and my sister were away at a friend’s house. I hoped they would return home soon. The lights kept flickering. I did not like b

It was a stormy night. My parents and my sister were away at a friend’s house. I hoped they would return home soon. The lights kept flickering. I did not like being alone. The lightning and thunder were getting worse. Suddenly, my worst fear came true. The house became pitch dark. I remembered that my brother kept candles in a cupboard in the living room. I groped around for my way downstairs, stumbling down the steps. I could hardly see anything. Finally, I found the candles in a drawer. Now I had to go the kitchen for a matchbox. I knocked against things. But, at last, I found a matchbox and lit a candle. Suddenly, I heard sounds coming from the porch. I froze. Someone was trying to get in! I grabbed my hockey stick and waited. I heard voices. The front door slowly opened. I held the hockey stick upright. Fear made my hands shake. Then, a voice cried out, “Dullah! Dullah! Where are you?” It was my neighbour and his son. They brought candles for me. What kind of experience did the writer have?