"Was it a dream , it doesn't seems like one .... uff I guess I have to go to that psychiatrist again". As I was walking towards the closet ,I heard a cracking voice coming from downstairs . "what ,?why ?who will try to kill me ? I'm not rich at all so why ? it doesn't make any sense". I was paranoid as I was the only one who stayed at that house. My mind became blank and all I could had think about was for my own safety, I ran to the kitchen cause of anxiousness and grabbed a knife . The foot steps began more louder . I hid myself behind the door