About 1:00 AM, the door to her room burst open and someone switched on the light and pulled the blanket off her. Through bleary eyes, she saw her father standing by the bed. Gently he told her to get up quietly and make no sound. She childishly rubbed her eyes chasing the sleep away.
Gradually the blur died away, she saw a huge figure standing behind her father. The man was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and a mask of the same colour, covering his face and the horrors underneath. Still, in a haze, she thought,
"No, this can't be happening; not today, not to my family".
She slowly got up from the bed and they walked her to their parents' room, where both her sister and mother sat on the bed, in each other's hands crying. She rushed over to them, scared to the marrow for her life. How did they get in? Her sister must have forgotten to lock the door again. These questions and thoughts rushed through her mind as she joined them.
