I started to panic. What was happening to my sister? I felt a growing guilt that I was too much of a coward to see what was wrong. I decided I would go say goodnight to see if she was ok. I tiptoed over to her room and peeked in. She was at her desk, drawing. Nothing strange. How many times had I come into her room to find her there? Hundreds. That was a good sign. I knocked on the door frame and she looked over and smiled at me. Her eyes looked half crazed. I smiled back, or tried to at least. I mumbled her a "goodnight" and an "I love you" and left her room. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad she wasn't making noises anymore. Perhaps my brain was playing tricks on me. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I laughed at myself. Paranoid. That's what I was. I brushed my teeth and got ready to go to sleep. I jumped into bed and realized just how tired I was. I snuggled under my blankets and sighed. I hoped Darcie was alright. I more than hoped. I was desperate to wake up tomorrow and find her back to normal. After getting comfortable, I quickly fell into a deep sleep. I had a horrid dream. I dreamt about my sister, my sister in the hospital. I dreamt that I lost her like I did my parents. I shuddered awake. It was still dark outside. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, trying to shake off the dream. I looked to my side, and I swore, from the corner of my eye, I saw something. Fear flew through me, freezing me completely. My eyes flew back, but there was no one there. I closed my eyes again and rubbed them. I was going crazy, I assumed. Letting things get to my head. My eyes still searched my room, checking for danger. When I found nothing, I let my head drop to my pillow. My eyes started to close again, sleep was taking over me. I was half unconscious, still halfway aware of my surroundings. A creaking sound made my eyes fly open. My door groaned as it opened. I struggled to see in the darkness, but I saw no figure coming through my door. I mumbled a word my parents would disapprove of, and stumbled up from bed. It was probably just the wind. My door wasn't very secure. I convinced myself over and over that it was just the wind. I was stupid to think it was someone. I was old enough to know that I was being silly. I closed my door and went back to bed, less tired than before. I closed my eyes and after a while, I fell asleep.