Creak... Creak... Creak...
My eyes popped open, and I slowly lifted my head up off my pillow. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness before I stared at my bedroom door.
Creak... Creak... Creak...
It sounded like... Footsteps. Footsteps? I glanced at my alarm clock; it was 4 o’clock in the morning. What would someone in my family be doing up at this hour?
Creak... Creak... Creak...
I pulled the blanket up to my chin and snatched my phone from the bedside table. I clutched it in my hand, either to call for help or to chuck it at my attacker, I wasn't sure. I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat, but I didn't get far with that. I held my breath instead, throwing off my blanket, making as little noise as possible. I placed my foot onto the carpet, cringing as the
