Chapter 2:
Megan sat on her bed, puzzled. She was staring at the tool belt with apprehension. She had almost expected something crazy and
wonderful to happen the moment she had picked it up but now that it had been lying on her lace pillow for almost half an hour, she
was beginning to lose all hope of anything magical happening. Megan sighed and slid off to her quilted sheets. She went about her
apartment picking up the burnt candles and other random items, placing them all into their appropriate places or dumping them in the
trash. Either way, the home ended up getting cleaned and Megan asleep in her warm bed.
Megan rose up from her bed sleep still on her mind. There was a soft creak in the floorboards as she sat upright, tense with fear. She
had been soundly asleep, dreaming of crazy new theories and exciting adventures when an abrupt, loud noise had awakened her from
her beauty sleep. As she listened closely, all seemed to be quiet and still in her small apartment, but then again, another sudden noise
sent a sharp, short chill up her spine and a little twang in her brain alerted her to find out what the noise was. Megan squinted in the
dark as she meandered around the room searching for the light switch. When she had finally found it she flicked the lights on. Megan
took a fast glance around the room to make sure the tool belt was still there, and then she opened the door and walked out into the
hallway.
A flickering light perched high on the wall was her only source of light as she made her way down the short, narrow hallway that lead
into the living room and kitchen. As much as Megan tried to suffice the amount of noise she was making, her heavy breathing didn't
stop: As a matter of fact, it got heavier and harder to breathe as she neared the kitchen. A faint blue glow issued from the tiny room.
The sound of tiny footsteps created suspense and fear in Megan's mind. Her stomach seemed to have suddenly risen up to her throat
and she tried desperately to push it down.
Megan breathlessly shimmied closer to the arch and with arising anticipation, looked into the room. There was everything as she had
left it; the pans on the stove, the dishrag sitting smugly next to a plastic red plate, but it just seemed all too normal to Megan. She
questioned the noises she had heard and slowly her fear began to subside. But it was during this brief moment of glee that a mistake
was made. Megan had been looking at the cupboard when suddenly it creaked a little farther than it had been before. Megan's heart
instantly raced again. She braced herself against the wall behind her, knocking pictures and cards to the floor. The cupboard
continued to creak open, slowly until there was just one thing visible; and orange blob. Megan screamed as the 'little man' popped
out from the crowded pantry and stood in front of her. It was moving its hands very fast and seemed to be talking, as its mouth was
moving, but Megan couldn't hear anything because before she knew it, she had fainted and with a crooked smile, dropped to the tile.
The last thing she saw was a second 'little man' holding the tool belt and smiling