The Horror of Night Time

I slowly moved towards the door, my arms cold and pale. As I reached out for the door knob, I felt something brush against my leg. At first I believed it to be a cat. I looked down, I then realised. I do not own a cat or any animal for that matter. I went to turn the door knob then I saw, there was not a knob. I had to turn the other way whilst at the same time trying to figure out what brushed against my leg. Maybe I accidentally walked into a box or something like that. As I walked off in the other direction the lights flickered on and off. Once the flickering stopped the lights went out completely. I heard weird noises but I tried to stay strong and not cry. After all, I am only 6. I sprinted towards the stairs whilst calling for my mum. I heard my mum running down stairs to try and get to me. I was running, as we saw each other the door slammed shut and it somehow locked. Before I continue with my story, let me start from the beginning.