Celeste awakened with an odd feeling.
Something is out of place
The room was too quiet.
Her eyes opened fully.
She sat up.
Her bedroom door became closed—but it wasn’t locked anymore. She was certain she had locked it earlier before going to sleep.
Then she noticed the window.
It was open.
Cold air blew into the room.
Her skin crawled.
She picked up the knife she kept below her pillow and stood quietly.
She stepped in the direction of the window, heart pounding.
Suddenly, a hum at her back.
Footsteps.
Celeste spun around.
A dark figure rushed at her.
She screamed and ducked.
The knife flew from her hand and cut the attacker’s arm.
The man cursed and backed away.
Celeste didn’t wait. She left the room hurriedly and went down to the hallway.
“Someone help me!”
No one ans
