Katelyn lay in her bed trying to go to sleep. She had drawn the bed curtains around, and pulled the covers up to her face. Occasionally the room would light up from the distant storm and she would hear the low rumble seconds later. The sound of rain struck softly against the windows. She drifted in and out of sleep as she heard the clock strike the quarter hour, directing her hearing downstairs. Then she heard something more disturbing. It made her mad. The door knob on her closet began to move with a click, click, click, followed by the long slow creek of old rusty hinges. .....She felt...