Hannah was sleeping soundly in her bedroom at midnight of August 23rd 2008. She slept on the bottom bunk in the corner of her blue room. She was snuggled deep into the covers, and she pulled them up to her ears, so her face was barely visible. She did this because she had felt a cold breeze, and then almost as if it had been an alarm clock she woke up. She sat perched on the edge of her bed and waited. She didn’t have to wait very long, the cold breeze had been the beginning of what she knew must be coming. And slowly the breeze got stronger, making what looked like a tiny little tornado in her room, but without moving any of her belongings or even moving her long brown hair. Suddenly the wind stopped and a man appeared out of thin air into her bedroom. He had on a mask, but Hannah could still tell that he was startled to see her waiting for him. He was dressed all in black and had a number of funny gadgets that Hannah had never seen before. “what are you doing up so late, Hannah?”
Hannah didn’t seem surprised that he knew her name. “I have to stop you.”
The man seemed even more startled now, and he looked at Hannah through the tiny holes in his mask, like she was the most fearsome thing in the universe. He stepped back from her, and she started to cry.
“You can’t kill my father, you just can’t,” she said while sobbing.
The man stared at her for only a moment, before he ran out of her bedroom door.
