The noise bolted the sixteen-year-old straight out of her bed, her heart pounding as her head swiveled in every direction it could. Slipping her hunting knife clean in her pocket, Ellen Baskin tiptoed across the creaky floors of the motel her family was staying at, eyes peeled for any sign of danger. They had been on the hunt of a spirit terrorizing a family.
Peeking outside, she saw nothing but the same row of cars and the annoying insects flying around. About to close the door, she was suddenly met with resistance, and before she could do or say anything, something had pulled her out of her room. Opening her mouth to scream, a smile replaced it when she looked into the eyes of her boyfriend, Bill Harvelle.
"I could have shot you!"
He tilted his head, considering it. "But you didn't."
"You're such a damn fool."