It was the middle of the night and you were still wide awake. You let out a breath and you rip the covers off of you and get up, making your way to the kitchen. You turn on your lights…and you could’ve sworn you saw something scurry behind the coffee machine from the corner of your eye. You pause, and ever so cautiously approach the machine. You look over it to see…a young girl, small as a finger, cowering behind the machine. She tucked herself into a ball. She couldn’t have been any older than fourteen.