I laid there, on my bed, tossing and turning. It had been a long day at school, and I really wanted to sleep, but it just wouldn't come to me. Eventually, I drained all the water in the cup on my bedside table. At about 11 at night, I heard the front door crack open. My parents are at home, and my sister is in her room.  Who could that be? My heart starts pounding in my chest. What if it's a robber? Or a murderer? 

After a few minutes, there is not a sound in the apartment. Then, I hear small, quiet steps, headed through the hallway. The person stops in front of my sister's room. I can hear her small sobs, and then dead silence. Then, the footsteps echo out of my sister's room and into my parents room. I could hear their protests, and I got really scared. Then, without a sound, they are stopped. How does that keep happening? There is not gunshot. No sound of a knife. Just the sound of... silence.

Then, the footsteps stop completely. I could sense someone outside my door. Slowly, I sink under my covers, and shut my eyes. I could hear the sound of my door crack open. Afterwards, a small figure crosses to my be, and slips underneath. I couldn't hear any breaths. 

A half hour passes. Then an hour. Then two. Three. No sign of the figure in my room, but they never left. I have been counting the minutes. Then, I hear a silent whisper in my ear. 

"I know your awake..."

The raspy voice rings in my ears. Then, a sharp pain flows through my body. The last thing I remember is the whisper. After that, everything went black.