I’m sitting in my room, cuddled up with a mound of plushies and some chocolate while I watch Anne with an E for the seventh time, when I hear the door downstairs open with a little bang. Not completely unusual, It’s probably just my brother, that door gets jammed a lot anyway. So, I think nothing of it.

But then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Ok yeah that not normal, those steps don’t match the ones of anybody in my family. I think maybe it’s one of my siblings friends, but I’m still skeptical, so I grab my pocket knife and pause my show.

I hear a someone, most likely heavy set, open all the doors, except mine. OK, yup something’s very wrong. I hide in the closet and don’t call the police, because I was to frightened to even think to do it. And then, this intruder got to my door.

He opens the door and I’m literally crying, trying to be as silent as I can. I’ve kind of cornered myself, because there’s nowhere to go in my closet, and all I have to defend myself is a pocket knife. “OH GOD I’M GONNA DIE.” Was the first thing that came to my head.

He opens the closet door, he see’s me, of course. Honestly, he didn’t have a gun, or if he did, he didn’t use it, which still confuses me. Instead, he picks up the small glass fish bowl from a small table near my bed. And raises it above my head. “NO!” I scream, “That’s my goldfish!”

“And that’s the last thing I remember from when I was alive,” A young girl says, looking around at the faces all gathered together. She feels the heat of flames rise up on her back. “Out of all the deaths I’ve heard of from all the people that come down here, yours is probably one of the strangest,” Satan says.