It was around 3 maybe 4 in the morning, you couldn't tell. Only thing you know is that it's dark out and you've been asleep for a while.

You took a nap after getting home from whatever you do during the day, and that's all you can remember. But now, you definitely know that you're dehydrated and need a drink.

You walked out of your room, flicked on the hallway light, then headed down the stairs. Where you walked into the kitchen and got your water, spacing out as you drank it and almost falling back asleep, God you were tired.

When you were done with your drink and set it in the sink and went back to the stairs. You turned off the lights and quickly ran up the stairs, the weird feeling of something behind you and fear of the dark creeping up on your mind, making you go faster.

But, you sadly tripped and landed hard on the top of the staircase. You heard heavy footsteps and breathing right behind you, you snapped your head around and saw a figure climbing the stairs, quick.