So I got up, I've never felt more wide awake then now. But I slowly go up, I rushed quietly to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. My heart was racing and I couldn't think of what I was going to do. I heard another loud bang, at this point I knew that they didn't think anyone was home. I clutched the knife in my hands hard and proceeded to go up stairs. When I got to the top I stopped to see if I could hear where the noise was coming from. I hear the floor creaking in my sister's room. As I walk closer to the door my heart races faster and faster. I turn the door knob and the creaking stops. I slowly walk into the room, the knife in front of me as if leading the way. As I walk closer to the center of the room I see that no one else is here. But out of nowhere arms are rapped around me. I start to scream, then a clothe was shoved into my face and everything went black. It felt as though I was in a dream, nothing mattered, nothing to worry about, all was well. At least in my dream.