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Alice woke to the scream of the wind outside her rickety window. She burrows further into her blanket as an eerie chill reaches her bare arms. The familiar creaks and knocking sounds that the house gives makes her mind wander to places where spirits dwell and demons yank ankles under beds to feed hades. Suddenly, every noise makes her jump and even her old blanket isn't making her feel secure anymore.

A sharp crack resonates from her closet as images of evil ghosts explode in her mind. She let's out a startled yelp.

What the was that!? She wonders aloud but decides she's not staying to find out.

She snatches her phone from the side table and darts out of her attic bedroom nearly tripping over her German Shepard, Freedom.

"Oh sorry buddy!" She says hurriedly as she pats her knee, signaling him to come. She continues her journey down the stairs when she sees him quickly get up and follow her.

Alice racing heart slows a bit as her loyal protector leans against her leg as she's running. She pats his head as they reach the old kitchen.

Her hand searches around the corner looking for the light switch that has to be around there somewhere. Her fingertip brushes the switch and she lets out a relieved breath.

She flipped it up and was glad for the comforting yellow light.

She goes to the refrigerator and grabs milk and the reaches for the cupboard door to get hot cocoa mix. Alice grabs a mug, pours the milk in and sticks it in the microwave for one minute.

Just then she hears a knock on the backdoor.

What!?

Alice jerks her head to the noise, wandering what it is.

Its probably another stray dog. She decides.

Her family is the "animal shelter" of their little town.

She looks at the clock. 6 o'clock.
Well people usually drop the animals at there door in early morning. She tries to not let her mind think it is a someone, instead of some dog.

Alice starts walking to her parents room but curiosity gets the best of her and she doesn't want to disturb them.

She goes over to the busted up door and reaches for the doorknob.

The microwave let's out its scream just as Alice let's out hers.

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