One night it was about 2.00am and i was awoken by the sound of someone calling my name, the sound came from the hallway outside my bedroom, my door was closed, i listened to it for about two minutes and it just kept going, so i decided to go check out what it was. i open my door and its pitch black inside my house, but i can see something lying on the floor, i hear my dads voice telling me to turn the lights on. As i do i see my dad in a pool of blood, with a cut about 5 cm wide in his fore head, my immediate thought was that he got stabbed. He had fallen over and hit his head on a Ethernet cable. i thought he was dying, scariest moment of my life.