He heard a loud window crash and footsteps that marched outside of his room. Charles shot up from out of his bed and covered his mouth. Next was two gunshots from his parents room. As the sound races through the house, he cried under his hand. Charles took his blanket and snuck his way under his bed,covering himself. The door opened,with a shrill creaking sound overlapped the sound of heavy footsteps. He continued to silence his whimpers and cries as he watched the robbers creep around his room. Charles shifted himself under the bed,unfortunately knocking over an action figure.The heavy action figure made a deep thud.He stood still and held his breath,waiting for the burglar to look under the bed.