As the evening fell on the sleepy town of Carlisle, Melissa was late ensuring that the doors were secured in the basement.

It was well known within the town that nightfall brought the “Terrors” out, searching for the next meal.

Though none of the towns people knew what the “Terrors” truely were, they knew that their hunger for human flesh knew no boundaries.

Just as Melissa had finished locking everything and had hurried to sit down clutching her snub-nose .45 caliber handgun, the scratching noise began to tear through the air.

Pointing the handgun towards the door, the pounding began as the door handle slowly started turning back and forth.