As my hands scurriedscurry through my darkroom I reachedreach the side of my dresser. Restraining my vision, I focusedfocus on a small rectangular device besides my hairbrush. As I grabbedgrab my phone from my dresser, I hear footsteps stomping down the hallway.

I turn around to face a dark, threatening shadow standing at the entrance of my room. Nowhere else to look, I stare deep into its endless pit of black. It reachedreaches its hand out, waiting for the phone. I dig it into my pocket with no hesitation. Feeling my heart pound against my chest I strain a whisper, "No."
The furious shadow, turning rage red, charges towards me, grabbing the side of my head. A thumping sound and a split second of black flashes through my eyes. Seconds after regaining consciousness I immediately touch the back of my skull where it throbbed. "Ouch." Bringing my fingers in front of my eyes, I barely see anything but dark. Rubbing them together I feel a thick substance and I start to panic. I hold back my tears as iI frantically searchedsearch the room for my attacker. It's not here. As I crawledcrawl towards the open door, I see it.