That day I was in the closet, dodge surroundings is quiet and then a creaking door was up. I was shocked. I was scared. It"s like the horror that I, as the victim was a serial killer are kill. My eyes started to adjust get used to the darkness. Sense of my voice heard footsteps that clearly. That voice ever closer, my heart pounding. I pray to whatever help inspire the pace to stop and get out of here. The sound of the footsteps stopped in front of me, the door is opened. and then I met the owner the pace that I fear, she is a girl.