I woke up with the sun directly in my eyes, I looked away to try to avoid it. The girls were still sleeping but Thwok and Dean were already awake and probably went in the kitchen to make some breakfast.

I didn't want to get up after what happened last night, I wanted to tell Thwok but I felt the urge not to. But I knew I had to tell him anyway. I finally got up from the comfy mattress and looked around, heard something frying on the stove so I assumed Thwok was making breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen, Thwok was making pancakes for the kids and Dean was at the kitchen table playing with toy cars, pretending there was some sort of chase happening. He was only 8 after all.

"Morning" Thwok said to me flipping the pancakes.

"morning..." I tiredly responded.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine Thwok..."

I could hear the girls getting up and talking about something, I heard them saying things about this whole phenomenon we were going through.

"Breakfast is ready!" Thwok yelled out to the girls. He slipped the pancakes onto the plates and put them onto the table, covering them in rich syrup topped off with a strip of butter making what pancakes are meant to be. the girls ran in and sat down in front of their plates, ready to start eating, this was their favorite meal after all.

The kids began to chow down on the pancakes, they always especially loved when Thwok made them, he always knew exactly what he was doing.

"So how was your... Uh, sleep last night?" Thwok asked me.

"Horrible. I kept being awake by that damn closet door opening and closing all night, I tried to block it with a chair and the next thing I know the chair is flipped upside down across the kitchen floor. Then Olivia scared the hell out of me, she was upstairs rocking on the rocking chair. Apparently she was sleep walking but I don't know if anything can be properly explained in this freaking house." I said annoyed.

Thwok looked at me in confusion without saying anything. He knew I was obviously unhappy with how things were going. I was also a person who wouldn't swear, so it must've caught him off guard.

"Alright then... Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked me.

"Because I wanted to deal with it myself. I'm getting really ticked off and have been feeling different lately." I responded.

"Can you define differently for me? Like what do you mean by that?" He was curious.

"Why would you even bother to ask that question. I threw a freaking picture frame at your head just a few nights ago. Obviously I've been angrier lately" I grunted

He didn't say anything back, just stared at me with a worried look. I didn't do as much as glance back before leaving the room to watch T.V to try and get my mind off things.

I sighed as I threw myself down on the leather couch. I was going to watch T.V but ended up getting caught in my thoughts, looking up at the ceiling blankly while doing so. I didn't want to even think about the ordeal that was happening, I just wanted whoever these people Thwok knew to come in and wipe whatever is in here out. But for some reason I kept telling myself that isn't how it's going to go, I wanted to stop but I couldn't.

Suddenly what seemed to be thousands of little memories rushed in my mind, it actually startled me since I never experienced it before. I had memories of when we lived in our old home, it wasn't that great... But we were happy. There was no fighting between us, everything was quite smooth.

But ever since we came here everything changed between me and Thwok. We were just so much more different, no where near as close to the happy couple we used to be. It saddened me, but maybe this is the way it just has to be. We already have everything we could've wanted, a nice home, an amazing family, and practically anything else.

My train of thought was cut off course when I had an udder feeling of dread. I had felt a lot of dread in this house before, but nothing like this.

I was completely unable to move, my body felt extremely numb, I was absolutely terrified. I couldn't even physically say anything, the pressure and numbness all over my body was so much I couldn't talk, I was even having difficulty breathing.

I got a feeling of being scorched from the inside. Like someone lit a torch inside of my chest. It hurt so bad, but I couldn't move, nor cry for help. I was completely paralyzed.

My body was being shifted to the side, looking directly at the television set in front of the couch. It turned on revealing nothing but static, then what seemed to be someone, or something walking up on the screen.

It looked like the shape of a woman standing there. It was only a shadow with the static overlay, making it nearly impossible to make out any features.

A loud roar came from above me, my head jolted to the ceiling revealing a woman that looked like she had just been burned in a fire. Her skin was black and seemed to be covered in blood. She had a terrifying smile on her face that had blood stains all around it, her eye sockets were completely black with black liquid emerging from them.

She jumped from the ceiling directly on me, I finally let out the scream I was keeping in for what felt like ages. I didn't know what to do, I tried to fight it off as much as I could but whatever this thing was had been much stronger then me, I could hear Thwok from on the other side of the door separating the kitchen and the living room. The door had been completely jammed it and this thing had to have been holding it up.

The only thing I could do was scream and fight for my life, while pleading to god to let me live. It all was happening to fast, I just couldn't react.