Tap. I woke up with a jolt. Tap. There it was again. A gentle tapping sound coming from inside my wardrobe. My body filled with fear. I had moved out of my parents house three months ago; no one else was in the house. Yes, that’s right, no one else is in the house. I locked all my doors and windows and… the basement. Oh no the basement. My basement can be opened from the outside. Tap. Tap. Heart pounding, breath racing, I found I couldn’t move. What was I too do? I wanted to disappear. I wanted whoever, or whatever, was behind that door to disappear. My eyes adjusted to the gloomy darkness. Petrified. I was petrified.

“Who….” I managed to whisper my voice quavering. The tapping stopped. This gave me a little confidence. “Who’s there.”

Silence.

Pure silence.

“I have a gun.” This was a lie. A desperate lie. I tried my best to sound assured, my voice without falter. I failed. I knew I was stuttering, yet my head seemed to be spinning a hundred miles per hour and I felt sick. Very sick. Maybe it was the chocolate ice cream from yesterday, maybe not. Maybe it was the fact I was staring at a wardrobe unsure I was talking to nothing… something…someone. I how I hope it isn’t some one.

The next thing that happed terrified me so much, 8 hate to talk about it. A deep, male voice said

“Lila, I am back,”