The darkness is alive.

Zora sighed as she shuffled out of bed holding her teddy bear close. A knock at the door startling her. She chewed on her cheek as the knocking continued. “Momma.. Papa.. Door.” She mumbled softly. But neither of her parents replied. She knew better to open the door for strangers but she couldn’t help herself.

Zora opened the door a tad bit just enough to see the persons face. Swallowing softly, the eight year old girl looked at them. “Yes..?” She asked softly.