Lia had finished about half the bottle before she heard something from upstairs. She set the bottle on the ground, taking her gun and knife, and walking up the stairs, glancing around. She went into the room she thought the noise was coming from, She opened the closet, pointing her gun inside. Nothing was there. She growled in annoyance and turned to go, only to be grabbed from behind by something, dropping her gun and knife as she was dragged into the closet by her hair. She screamed once before a hand clapped over her mouth. The door shut in front of her feet, locking tightly. It wouldn't be easily opened again.<br/><br/>Inside the closet was dark except for the dim light coming from the moon shining in through the window, and slipping slightly under the door of the closet. She fought with the phantom, muffled cries of frustration escaping as she couldn't loosen the person's hold on her. She eventually passed out from lack of air to her lungs. When and if she was found, she would be covered in blood, though she was still alive, her arms, legs, chest cut up as if with razors.