It Happened One Monday It started out as an usual Monday morning when I approached a deserted house at the end of the road. The feeling of fear and nervous tension popped into my mind. I stepped on the lawn I had this weird feeling that I was being watched by someone or something. I stepped onto the porch with my right foot. A strong air of motion rushed right past me. As I was placing my left foot onto the porch next to my right foot the door flew open with such a strong force that it broke itself off. I stepped into the house looking to my right I saw a go-cart. To my surprise it was full of gas and had never been used. To my left I saw a huge amount of cash, about two hundred billion dollars. I took a bag of money and flew off with it on the go-cart. I never returned to the house again.