A Knock in the Dead of Night

Chapter 1

Something wakes me up from my weird dream of Legolas, Digimon, Alice in Wonderland, and something about Autobots. I sit up. I look around in a daze. What did Alice do this time?

My eyes adjust to the light. I realized that I'm not in Wonderland, but in my boring room with moonlight shining in.

Okay, since I'm not dreaming, then what, the heck woke me up? I see that my cat was staring at me with a very disapproving look next to me. It must've been the cat. I fall back onto my bed, much to my cat's delight. Her dirty look seems like it can bore right through me.

Then, comes a knock from down stairs. It's very loud. It is abnormally loud, actually. So, that is probably what woke me up. A very loud knock. Hm... I shrug and close my eyes.

Hardly anything wakes me up; unless someone, as in myself, hits my head against the wall...wait...nope, I would still be asleep. Anyway, the knock was loud. I bolt back up and rub the sleep from my eyes.

Definitely not a dream. What idiots would knock at—I looked at my clock. It was midnight! Actually two minutes past midnight, but, still! Who, in the name of Primus, would make a house call in the middle of the night? Also, what would be so important? That is just rude, inconsiderate, and...well...rude. Some people need their sleep you know. Especially after a long day of work, like my parents, and they work all day. Whoever knocked better have a dang good reason for doing so. I do not like being woken up for no reason.

I have to admit I'm exhausted too, both mentally and physically. I did my schoolwork all day. My mom, who is also my teacher, assigned my siblings and I, a paper to write on how Alaska, the state where we live, is different from all the other places we've seen and live in.

I like Alaska, but it wasn't as warm as the other places where I used to live. So, I spent the whole entire day writing the paper.

I look over to my nightstand. There is my small pile of papers illuminated by the light. I scowl at them. The cause of my exhaustion. I just do not like to write papers. I don't really see the point in writing essays. I love to write stories not papers.

I kick the covers off my legs, walk down the familiar hallway, sneak my way down the stairs and to the front door. My mom and dad are already there and are talking to two men in black. For some odd reason, there is fear in my parents' eyes.

Are we being robbed? Is the first thing that comes to mind. Okay, that doesn't really make any sense. The two men would've already been ransacking the house instead of talking with my parents. And seriously, what kind of a robber would knock on the door? A very stupid one who doesn't know the first thing about stealing.

I study the men. They look like the people from the movie Men in Black. Minus the shades. I mean who would wear shades in the dark? Wouldn't it be hard to see anything?

Okay. Now I'm getting off topic.

"And that is why we're here, Mr. and Mrs. Halverson," one of the men says.

So, I made it just in time to hear the end of the conversation? Great.

My dad nods. "Okay, Agent Shelton." My dad looked at the man with dark brown eyes and a nose that looks like a beak of a crow. He looks to be about thirty something or another, his black hair is neat and makes him look like an ominous raven.

"Mom, Dad," I said, "what's going on?" I ask.

My mom jumps. She doesn't scare easily. Something going on. And it isn't good.

"Nothing, Sweetie," my mom says, "go back to bed."

"If it's nothing, then why did two guys knock on our door at 12:02 in the morning, no less?" I ask crossing my arms, "And why did you answer? You wouldn't have answered the knock unless it was important."