It's dark. The only source of light is the pale stream of moonlight filtering through the window in my room, shining through the slats in my closet door, shining on me.

I'm huddled on the floor of my closet, knees pulled tightly to my chest. I strain my ears, listening for any sounds in the silent house, listening for Her.
The only sound I hear is the ringing of my own ears. I pray that She won't come for me tonight, that She will leave me alone. Why did dad leave me here by myself? Why did he leave me here with Her? Of course, he didn't know. Nobody but me knew what She was. What She did.

I sit for what seems like an eternity, seeing things that aren't really there, hearing things that are only in my imagination. Midnight arrives. I relax a bit...