Emmy was walking at a break-neck pace down the nearly empty sidewalk that faithful night.  She had taken an early shift that day and was now done with work.  It was beyond freezing at this point and all she could think about was finding some place to catch her breath and save her from the hellish cold.<br/>Her eyes looked around and found the street was nearly dead.  Only one light was on inside a small little store.  It was almost hidden away because of it's small size, tucked between a clothes store and a coffee shop.   Well it had to have a heating system, especially in this weather, so Emmy decided to drop in and relax for a spell.<br/><br/>She opened the almost iced over door and came inside the small antique shop.  A small bell rang as she opened the door, a flood of warm air hugged her skin and welcomed her whole-heartedly.  "Oh thank God....." She mumbled as she closed the door.   She noticed an older looking man was organizing a few thing on a shelf nearby.   "Sorry for disturbing you so late.  I just need to rest for a minute, the winter is brutal around this time" she said with a small apologetic smile.<br/><br/>As she straightened up, her eyes wandered about the room.  It was filled with antiques and items she had never seen before.  Everything looked about 100 years old at the very least.   She wandered the room with her curiousity peaked and her eyes searching.   It wasn't until she heard a banging noise from behind a closed door that she flinched and found herself staring at it in surpise.<br/>"What the heck was that?" She asked the old man.  The voice sounded too human to be an animal of any sort.  Also, the yelling wasn't a cry for help, but one of pure unadulterated rage.