Friday the 13th

All alone. A rainy dark night. Parents on an outing. Just watched "The Grudge". Cowering in fright of the memory of that horrid film. Desperately trying to brighten myself by a book.
That was my position during that September 13th 2009(friday). Its never to be forgotten.
WAIT A MINUTE. What was that thought again. Oh yeah "mom and dad,come home soon". How silly of me to be frightened that night.
I wish we had not shifted to this lonely manor. We were rich,that was my fear. What if a theif broke in, or if I was taken for a ransom.
So there I sat, with a negative attitude. Wait, what was that sound!was it mom and dad. Or the black and unexpected visitor I feared. I was frightened out of my wits.
Crash!!
In the kitchen pantry(which could hold upto 5 men),a jar was broken. "That's it"I said. Picking up a baseball bat, I ,in an awkward manner, walked upto the kitchen.
The door was ajar. I gulped. Inside the pantry,though it was dark, I didn't turn on the lights.I guessed I would see a dreadful sight.
As I stood at the threshold,I noticed a slight moment under a cloak.

WHAMM went my bat. I pulled off the cloak and turned on the lights.
Guess what I noticed.

A DEAD RAT!!