Night had fallen on the city of Amity; thick clouds covered the light of the moon making, the darkness almost unsettling. An eerie silence had fallen; it was if the earth shut down to the evil that was lurking in the shadows.
The Manson Estate lay on the outskirts of town, isolated by a lush and vast forest of trees. A sole light flickered on in the top floor of the mansion; a five-year-old Samantha Manson sat up in bed breathing heavily, remnants of her dream dancing through her head.
As the young girls breathing slowed she got ahold of her bearings. The beige and earth toned room was illuminated by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. "If it had been all a dream then why did that scream sound so real," she wondered looking around. She was sure she heard a woman's scream come from somewhere inside the house. Getting out of bed Sam walked over to the door, opening it softly she peered down the long corridor. Her father's room lay on the second floor of the house but her mother's was just down the hall and around the corner, and that's where she headed.
Reaching her mothers room, Sam found the door standing wide open. She found this unusual, as her mother, much like herself, slept with the door closed. The room was dark except for a thin strip of light, which stretched from the bathroom door, which was slightly cracked up, and climbed up the wall. Putting her small hand on the door she pushed it open.
Heavens opened up as if mourning the loss of a child's innocence as red and blue lights danced through the darkened streets of Amity.