Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound filled Becky’s small bedroom. She held her covers so only her eyes shown. She wanted to hide under them from the sound coming from the closet, but she couldn’t. Something in her wouldn’t allow her to look away from the white door.
The moon’s light illuminated the door and nothing else. The sight caused her to shiver despite the warm summer air. If she could just call out…
No. She tried that before, but her parents told it was her imagination and to be quiet.
A click sounded and the closet door opened.