I wake up in my room again. This time it was 12:59 am. Every light in the house was out. "I'm not very hungry anyway," I thought. I lie back down on my bed and stare at the slightly opened closet door. I shut my eyes for a while and open them again. The closet door was slightly more open. I felt a chill creep up my spine. Trying not to shut my eyes again, the closet door slowly opens without a sound. I shook more and more as it opened even further. The closet door was completely open and inside, pitch blackness. I was expecting something to just jump out and grab me but there was nothing. I felt restless, I wanted to rush out of my room and crawl into mother's arms but I knew that whatever was in that closet would get me first if I, even tried leaving. I spend the entire night staring at the closet opening. I hear a small bouncing sound coming from the closet. This bouncing came closer and closer until a ball falls out of the closet and onto my bed. I began sweating and felt like a sponge being squeezed of all the liquid within it. "Uh...... hello?" I ask, frightened. No response. I call out "hello?" a second time. No response. I crawl under my covers and hiding under, I see a silhouetted figure approach my bed. I shut my eyes as tight as I can. Morning comes.
