This is one of my friends' and I's first stories and we are really proud of it so far~ So please enjoy it and review it and sprinkle it with cookies.

We love all Phans~3

Dan was washing the dishes when something strange happened. The lights started to flicker periodically and the sky outside darkened significantly. He looked round as he heard the door creak, a slither of light shone through and was slowly spreading out as the door opened wider.

Like a re-enactment of a movie, a shadow appeared in the shining doorway. Dan was unsure what to do, this was too much like the movies, if he investigated anything could happen, if he tried to run something even worse would probably happen. So he did what he always did.

He hid.

While hiding behind a cold counter, the tap, tap, tap of heeled shoes echoed around the mostly empty apartment. His thoughts went straight to Phil, he was at his parents for the weekend, and surely he would have called if he was to be back early, but who else would have a key to the apartment?

Dan grew steadily more worried. The only made two keys for the entire time they spent there. He checked his pockets and sure enough, they were there. What if something happened to Phil?He managed to gather enough courage to peek over the counter, pushing his thoughts about what could have happened to Phil to the darkest corners of his mind, what he saw in the short time he peeked over the edge was a silhouette, a man for sure and definitely not phil.

Because this man was much taller than Phil, almost up to Dan's height, and certainly didn't have that innocent face of his. And for one – he was blond.

Dan could only tell this because of the moonlight reflecting off his hair, he chanced another peek just as the figure turned to look at him. A frightened squeak escaped his lips as he ducked down once more. Dan silently cursed himself and sat there behind the counter, hoping and praying the silhouette hadn't heard.

But unfortunately, the tapping sound only grew louder and more persistent. Dan thought quickly and hid himself underneath the sink. Silently cursing his long legs and quietly shut the door behind him.

He could hear the unknown man rummaging around his kitchen; he was desperately uncomfortable so he tried to shift his shoulders a little. As he did his arm hit the cupboard door as it swung open slightly. Dan thanked the gods it hadn't opened all the way but he shouldn't have. The only reason the door hadn't opened was because the stranger's leg was blocking it from doing so.

Dan sucked in a breath, hoping and praying for his safety but of course, the whole universe is against him. The door creaked open and Dan could only scream as the man from his nightmares' head peered around. His father.

Rough hands grabbed him by his wrists, which he had flung up in front of his face in a pathetic attempt to protect himself. He heard his father's ragged breathing as he was dragged unceremoniously from under the sink. The kitchen lino was cold on his back, his t-shirt had ridden up and lying like this, helpless on the floor, he felt more exposed than he ever had in his life before.

His vision was fading as the manic face of his father was getting ever closer. In a last valid attempt to free himself, Dan kicked his father in the special area and scrambled around to get to the door. But there was a tightening grip on his shin. Bloodshot eyes were staring right into his frightened ones.

He scrambled around desperately for something, anything, he could use as a weapon, his phone was on the counter too far away so the police were out of the question.

He still had his keys though.

Still clawing at the floor with one hand he fumbled in his pocket for the keys. When his fingers finally found the cold, hard metal he twisted round and jabbed furiously. He felt his father's grip loosen and did not turn to see the damage he had done as he scrambled to his feet.

In a panic he ran out the door, taking his phone with him, he sprinted out. Forgetting that he was still only in his boxers and t-shirt, he went into the frosty, winter air while the padding of his bare feet were thumping against the hard ground.

He knew his dad would be hot on his heels but he took a small amount of comfort in knowing this area much better than his father did. As he ran, not caring about the chewing gum and glass that littered the pavement, he called Phil, not the police but phil. holding it up to his ear he continues to run, listening to the familiar ring tone he had heard so many times before.

But the dial tone is the only thing that was coming back.