Allia awoke at 3 a.m., her nightshirt soaked in a cold sweat. She had the same nightmare again. The one she has had every day for a week. The one where her door opens and inside steps… She shook the thought out of her head. She walked over to her closet and took out her robe. Despite her perspiration, it was actually quite cold out. Allia walked down the hallway, peering into her brother’s open door. He was fast asleep and snoring loudly, as was her mother in the next room. It was a dark night, and it was raining heavily outside. She walked downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a glass cup out of her cupboard. She filled it with water and drank slowly. Suddenly a banging noise coming from the basement startled her. She dropped the glass, and it smashed against the hard wood floor. But Allia was too frightened to do anything. Then, she heard another noise. It sounded like footsteps. Closer. Closer…Allia stood, staring at her basement door, now to terrified to move. Until suddenly…BAM! The door opened and…