Ally's POV
"AAAAHHHHH!"
The lights go out and I panic. I stand up, knocking several papers and such onto the floor as I search for something to protect myself.
A tall figure steps forward. He has a strange object in his hand that I have a hard time identifying. It's small... and narrow...
I gulp. It's a knife. It must be a knife.
I feel like screaming bloody murder but literally all that comes out of my mouth is a squeak. I'm too young to die! I still have so much ahead of me like prom and graduation. Not to mention I still haven't finished that song...
The figure takes another step forward and desperate, I hold my songbook in front of me like a shield. I take a large step back and crash into my piano. The keys make a horrid dun dun dun sort of sound, fitting the mood perfectly.
"Please don't hurt me!" I whimper quietly, "I'm not ready to die yet."
The figure doesn't reply. Instead it groans. I decide to make a quick run for the door but I end up tripping on my own feet and landing face first on the ground. There's no way escaping now.
I shut my eyes tight, ready to take on any pain that comes with my doom, when the lights suddenly blink on. I look up to see that the man in the room is holding a candy cane rather than a knife and is wearing bright orange shoes.
"Hi Ally. What are you doing on the floor?"
"De-ez!" I groan but deep down I'm relieved.