The balding man watched from the shadows as a figure he had seen around scuttled away from the room that girl Lucy was sleeping. â€œInteresting.â€ He said gliding toward the door. Placing his right hand on it he slid it across the front making a very loud grating sound. If he wasnâ€™t careful he would take off some of the finish, he wasnâ€™t quite ready for that. He wanted to make sure she was scared enough to be interesting to play with. He continued to brush the door while making footstep noises heading in the direction of Piperâ€™s room.<br/><br/>Piper tossed and turned in her bead, her mind was working in overdrive. She had visionâ€™s flash through her brain, horrible images of people being dismembered, tortured, starved, dying slowly from disease. A few times she stifled a scream unable to wake herself when she suddenly bolted upright, drenched in a cold sweat. Her breathing was heavy and she couldnâ€™t for the life of her remember where she was. Looking around the room she tried to latch onto something familiar.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for her the room was practically pitch black with the heavy curtains covering the windows and no light in which to help her see. She groped around for something anything to use to see where she was. She swore under her breath when she heard something clatter to the floor but resumed her search. She felt the hair stand up the back of her neck and she froze. The sound of scrapping reached her from what she thought was Lucyâ€™s direction.<br/><br/>As much as she would have liked to get up the courage to check it out she couldnâ€™t get her body to obey her. It was almost as if it were telling her it was dangerous and to stay away. She almost listened to it but she thought she had to figure out something. Putting both feet on the ground she felt something grab her angles and pull her under the bed. A sharp loud scream escaped her lips as she vanished into the darkness.<br/><br/>The hall suddenly went quiet while the balding man smiled in the shadows.