On a dark and stormy night Allison was reading a horror story in her house's three-season room, her dog Latte peacefully sleeping by her side.
Allison got hungry after awhile so she decided to get up and go get some food in the kitchen, which was on the other side of her white house. When she got up, she heard something scratching at the windows of the three-season room. But it was dark so she couldn't see anything outside. The further away from that room she got, the louder the scratching noise became. She got really scared and began walking faster and faster to get away from the noise, but it kept growing louder, so loud, she thought she'd go deaf if it didn't stop soon.
- Holy shit, David! You nearly scared the crap out of me! screamed Allison.
- I just came out of the bathroom. How the hell did that scare you?! asked David, her older brother.
- You didn't hear that noise?!
- What noise? asked David. And suddenly, she realised the sound had stopped. The house was now more silent than ever. << It's too silent.>> she thought to herself.
- Um, nevermind. I thought I heard something outside. Must have been my imagination, she said, not the least bit convinced.
- Alright, well goodnight then.
- Goodnight, she replied unenthusiastic.
She decided to return to the three-season room to finish her book, but when she got there, a huge surprise was awaiting her. The windows, all of them, were covered in blood...
