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Jaylyn awoke to the sound of shattering glass from the basement door. Confused, she groggily pulled her self up off the couch, grimacing at the soreness of her cramped muscles. The tired girl stood in the middle of the living room, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit light provided by the moonlight filtering through the windows. Jaylyn glanced around nervously, the confusion quickly turning into fear. Shattering glass? There shouldn't be-.

Jaylyn's eyes flew open in the realization of what was happening. The now wide awake fifteen-year old girl quietly listened to the surrounding area around her, eyes wild and ears strained for any noise.

The slight sound of footsteps was enough for her to break from her paralyzed trance. She quickly grabbed her cell phone off the floor and rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the largest knife resting in its case. Jaylyn stuffed herself into the pantry beside the counter of the kitchen, her fingers shaking as she punched in the emergency number. "911 what is your emergency?" The operator asked from the other side of the line.

"My name is Jaylyn White, fifteen year old female and I-I think there's a person in the house."

"Can you see the intruder?"

"N-no, they're in the basement. I'm hiding in the pantry with a knife" Jaylyn breathed into the phone, tears threatening the corners of her eyes.

"Ok I need you to stay where you are-"

"They're in the living room- no they're going up the stairs."

"Where do you live?" The operator asked calmly.

"I live on ******* ***** ******* please help me," Jaylyn cried into the phone.

"Are you the only one other than the intruder, in the house?"

Jaylyn almost screamed as she remembered the sleeping Samantha LeRoy, her heart skipping a beat. "No, I'm babysitting and there is a girl asleep upstairs."

"Ok there's help on the way. I need you to stay calm and on the line with me until they arrive."

Jaylyn barely heard the woman as she felt a shudder go down her spine, afraid what might happen to the sleeping four-year old girl.

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