Just One Night

Part 1- Alone

I hated nights alone. My Mom was at work- late, of course, and my Dad at a work trip. I was prepared to be alone until 9:00.  I got a text from my Mom. "Hey Rose baby, sorry I had to work late tonight. I promise this won't happen another night this week. I'm sorry. Love you." I replied, "Ok, Love u too." It was only 8:00. I wasn't that hungry, so I still lay in my bed. Something felt wrong. Well, not wrong. Just not right. At this point I was getting creeped out. My dog growled a few times. Nothing was wrong. Everything is fine, I'm just paranoid. To ease how I was feeling, I went down to my living room. Some might think that was stupid, and would make me even more scared since I was more exposed. Well, my neighborhood is very populated, and I'm on the main road. I felt tons more safe. This wasn't the first time I got paranoid, I did often. Some might think I'm insane, but when I do get super paranoid, I grab a big knife. It's just me. I heard a huge knock come from the attic.