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The sky was filled with clear, crisp air. The night was somber, casting a royal blue veil over the world, and there she was.

Alone, on a blow-up bed, hoping the movers would finally show up with her things by tomorrow. To make matters worse, the only light she had was that of the fireplace crackling in front of her, giving her room a diminished glow.

In the back of her mind, she cursed the realtor for keeping her in the dark about the house's problems. She sighed, for now she had no choice but to wait.

Then she heard it, a creak, then a few more, and that's when she finally realized how alone she was. Startled, she reached for her phone instinctively.

Only to find it wasn't there.

She sighed again, and began to lift from her comfortable space. Empty bowl in hand, she reached for her door. To go and refill the now ate up popcorn, and retrieve her phone.

Then she heard it again, a noise, but this noise was different. It wasn't a creak, and she had a deadly fear of mice. She took in deep breaths, and anger shot through her veins.

She would go get her phone, and give her realtor a piece of her mind. She yanked the door open, and saw a light; but her lights didn't work.

She peaked her head over the staircase, and barely dodged a moving light overhead. She froze, squatted in front of her bedroom door.

Phone downstairs, while footsteps invaded her home, stripping the place of what little she had.