"911, what's your emergency?"

The house was empty, my smile was bright, and I finally had a day to myself. Sun rays were pouring through my window and I was never so excited for it to finally be summer. I grabbed my towel, let my clothes hit the floor, and headed for the shower. "Bye! Bye! Bye!", from the popular NSYNC band was blaring through my portable speaker as I danced my way through the glass shower doors. Before I could get to the water that was streaming out of my rain shower head, I suddenly began to feel light headed as if out of no where the air became thick and my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. I reached out for the handle to turn the water off and turned back to grab my towel that was hanging over the side of the glass door. Tugging on it, I almost stumbled over my own two feet.

I finally made my way out of the bathroom after what felt like 2 hours of struggling to stay upright. Using my hands, I guided myself along the bedroom wall. Everything was a hazy but the dark shadow in the corner of my eye caught my attention, as it crouched down behind the side of my bed. Despite being in a daze and having trouble keeping my balance, my body immediately recognized that I was in danger and I felt it throw itself into gear like a race car. I darted toward the steps, used all 4 of my limbs to climb the stairs in an almost animal type way, and sprinted into my little sisters room. In a panic I slammed the door closed behind me, locked the door, and slid her nightstand in front of the door. I was sweating, crying, and shaking like a leaf. This overwhelming sense of nausea came over me and I felt my stomach drop 100 ft as I heard something, or someone coming up the steps.

The foot steps got closer and closer. I crawled into the closet and closed the doors as tight as I could leaving just a crack just so I could peek out. Although peeking was as equally terrifying because the last thing I wanted to see was something peeking back at me. My little sister must have left her bedroom window open because when I peeked through the crack of the doors, I saw her red curtains sway in the wind. I felt a cold breeze fill the closet and I felt her shirts brush against me as they hung down from the hangers above. I was too concerned about the cold air to notice that the foot steps had stopped and everything was quiet.

Out of no where the foot steps got so loud it sounded like a stampede of elephants were going to come barging through the door at any moment. I grabbed my phone, dialed 911, and began to fear for my life.

"911, what's your emergency?"

I had never been so happy in my life to hear another persons voice.

"Please! Send Help! Someone has broken into my house. I live in a gated community and I do not see any sign of forced entry but there is someone in my house that does not live here or belong here!"

"Ok sweetheart, I'm going to need you to calm down. What is your address?"

"27 Pond road in Hillside! HILLSIDE! Please send help!", I yelled in a panic.

I had never been in a situation like this before. I had never experienced a break in and I had never had to call 911. This was all so new to me. New and most importantly, frightening. No, terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. I heard people talking in the background on the phone. Maybe it was other 911 dispatchers. I just wanted it all to stop and her to move quicker. Then her voice came back on.

"OK. Just stay with me. I dispatched police and they will be there in 7 minutes. I'm going to stay on the phone with you. Please just remain calm and keep breathing."

The foot steps stopped and banging on the bedroom door began.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

The sounds got louder and louder.

"PLEASE! PLEASE send help! PLEASE GOD!", I scream and cried. I cried so hard and so loud that I began to choke. I had a pounding headache but I was too focused on the fear that had built up inside of me to even care about the pain in my head.

"Hang in there! I'm right here! The police are 2 minutes away. They are coming down Pond road now. You're OK. You're going to be OK. I won't let anything happen to you."

What can I even do when they get here? I can't run through the door and down the stairs. I can't jump behind them for safety. I have to stay right here. I have to stay in this stupid closet until they can get to me. What if they can't? What if they never make it to me? Suddenly the police coming to help me, didn't feel so warm and fuzzy. I was frightened more than ever now. The tears came streaming down my face again and my heart was pounding so hard that my chest became sore. I felt as if I was going to suffocate in my own hysteria any moment now and pass out. Tears were streaming and saliva was coming out of my mouth. All of this was happening as the banging got louder and louder. It was mayhem.

"Police! Put your hands up! PUT YOUR HANDS UP! Oh my God..."

Then I heard it. It wasn't a man or woman's voice yelling back. Nor was it like anything I've ever heard before. Whatever it was, wherever this thing was from... I just knew it wasn't from this world. It let out a growl that was so deep and so loud with such force that the pictures on my sister's walls began to shake.

*POP* *POP* *POP*

Three bullets were fired into this thing and it hit the floor so hard and so loud that the bedroom door swung up and the nightstand went flying across the room. I stopped to listen for a moment. Was it dead? Was it injured? But I heard nothing. Not even a peep. So I stuck my head out of the closet to further investigate. I crawled toward the door as quietly as I could. As I got closer, a shadow began to darken the hallway. The shadow was so dark that it filled the room and everything went pitch black. I ran back to the closet and prayed to God I would make it. My heart sank and my stomach dropped as I heard something running right behind me. Something grabbed my foot and before I knew it...

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

The alarm sounded off and my whole body jolted itself awake. I leaned over to press snooze but I missed the button and instead the alarm clock went flying off of my nightstand.

Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I began to calm down and control my breathing. Looking around the room confused and frightened, I felt my heart racing. I threw myself back down onto my pillow.

"Man, I need to lay off the sugar before bed", I said to myself.