Write me a scary short story and I'll give the first person to do so brainliest (I probably spelled that wrong lol)

I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.

oki plz give brainliest

Explanation:

William was a boy who went for a trip to canada, when he arrived he started to look for a hotel bc when he looked for one they were all taken so he tought that he would find one while being there, all 3-5 star hotels were taken since it was during holiday time, but he found a 1 star hotel named, bon appetit (i*k how to spell-) when he came in an old lady was there in the front desk and showed him to a room, the next morning the man woke up to find food next to him, he ate the food, then woke up in a bathtub in ice with a phone and a note saying "call 911" when he did he explained the situation to the police and the police asked "do you feel stitches in your stomach?" the man shacking from fear reached to his stomach and felt the stitches, the man said "y-yes" then the police man said "dont panic sir but someone has just stolen one of your kidneys we have tracked your locatin well be right there"

the answer is b, it brings the reader closer to the action.

it would've been a if the word had been determined, not conceited

hope this

-ironwolfx