Once there was a girl who had a fascination with anything horror or macabre. She was home alone one night and finished a horror movie marathon. Tired, she went upstairs to bed after checking all the doors. Deciding on reading one final horror story before she went to bed, she settled in for the night. Just as she was on the verge of sleep the sound of soft footsteps outside her doorway startled her awake. With flashlight in hand she crept out of her room to investigate. Afraid a burglar or a masked psycho killer might be loose in her home she went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife before checking every possible place in her home. Finding nothing she decided to cautiously return to her room to sleep. As she reached the top of the stairs she stood frozen as she saw her bedroom door slowly creak open and a pair of glowing eyes staring at her. Now afraid that the burglar or killer was in her room she turned to flee, but lost her footing. She let out a scream of surprise as she tumbled down the stairs. Her last image in life being her cat running from her room startled from her sudden yell. Moral of the story: Don't let your imagination get the better of you.