Eighteen years old , Desiree Johnson is spending six months all by herself while her parents take a trip. She starts to spends that time alone, cause she only has one friend. Usually at night in her house there is always noises, from either the wind causing her somewhat old house to whine and creek, or her cat, Devil would walk around and softly hit her door with it's paws. But she can't hear that, it was a silent house that night as if time itself stopped. Silence engulfed her in its cold embrace, then she hears it, the sound of footsteps stopping at her room door. You have to read to believe! Please. *puppy eyes and pouty lip*