I yawned, I yawned a big yawn. After a long day of work all I needed was some sleep. I trudged along up the stairs with my eyes nearly closed. As soon as I reached my room the wind started to blow, swaying my curtains this way and that way. I didn't think much of it though because my eyes we're marked with fatigue and tiredness. I layed down on my bed and started to doze off. All of the sudden the wind blew harder than before. Knocking my curtains clean off my window. I woke up with shock and annoyingness, "Just when I was about to sleep" I grumbled. After putting the curtains back into place I wasn't able to sleep again so I turned on the lamp and started to read. I heard faint footsteps from the hallway, I peered into the darkness to see a white face. I nearly jumped out of my bed. I slowly got my shotgun from under my bed, I turned to get it and as soon as I looked away it came up close to my face. I haven't noticed until I looked frontwards again. I wanted to scream but my mouth was glued shut. It reached towards the lamp and turned it off. Now it was time to sleep.