4
I awoke to the sound of something scraping the floor under the door. I opened my eyes, straining to see any movement in the darkness. Nothing but a floral burrito snoring away into oblivion.
I pulled the covers back and swung my legs out over the side of my bed. I’d worked late into the night on my homework, finishing all but one of my assignments in advance. My bare toes touched the carpet as I stood to investigate the scraping noise. It was a bit chilly outside of the warmth of my cozy blanket. Hugging myself, I stepped nimbly to the locked door at the foot of my bed. I was wearing nothing but a thin tank top over my frilly undergarments, but it wasn’t cold enough to account for all of my flesh being covered in goosebumps. That was purely Madison. I wondered if the mystery noise was
