Gabbie
 
 Jason listened intimately. He had heard the strange banging noise again. He and his little sister, Deena, were home alone on a stormy, Halloween night, but there would be no trick-or-treaters. They lived in small, old house, miles down a dirt pathway leading to the main road. Many people said the house was "haunted", and that the old man who used to live there had never left, but those are only rumors. Their parents were away at a Halloween party for the night, so they were alone, and Jason kept hearing noises.
 Knock…knock.
 He wasn’t imagining it, but where was this noise coming from and who, or what, was making it. Many thoughts were inside his head. He had never been more scared in his life. He got up to get a drink, he heard there crashing sound of thunder and he jumped.
 "Deena’s here," he said to himself. "Deena, do you hear that?"
 "Hear what?" Deena asked.
 "The noises," he replied, "I don’t know what they are, listen, they’re giving me the creeps."
 "I don’t hear anything"
 "Well, I’ll just try to stop thinking about it. Maybe watching television will take my mind off it and cover up the noise." Jason turned on the television and started flipping through the channels. Thirty-one, Thirty-two…and suddenly, the T.V. turned off. The remote wouldn’t work.
 "Probably just the rain. C’mon Deena, we’re going to check the house, and we are going to stay together at all times. I know it’s probably nothing, but I‘m still really scared."
 "Ok." They walked up the creaky staircase to Jason’s bedroom. Nothing. Deena’s bedroom, again, nothing. They carefully checked the whole upstairs and downstairs, but found nothing unusual. They walked around the house to find that the storm door was left open.
 "Maybe it blew open. Let’s just go back inside," Jason said, but the second they walked into the house, He heard it again, and this time, Deena did too.
 "Uh, just to be on the safe side, I think we should check the basement," Deena said.
 "Right. Let’s go." He opened  the door leading to the basement, deciding to leave it open for some light. The basement looked very unpalatable, like it was giving them a signal to turn back. They began to walk down the old staircase, but as they did, the door shut behind then like they were in some kind of trap. They slowly tiptoed down then stairs and Jason pulled on the string that turned on the light bulb. He went to a cabinet where he knew his parents had kept a flashlight. He felt around for it. No…no…yes, he found it, and to his surprise, it worked. He looked around cautiously. He came to a sudden stop when he found a small, wooden door that he had never seen.
 "Strange," He said. He slowly went to open the door. His heart was pounding. He was certain he had seen the doorknob turn. He was shaking with fear. Whatever was beyond this door had been making the noises. He saw the door open. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. He ran towards the stairs, but tripped over a cardboard box and dropped the flashlight. Bam, Ah, Boom. He heard a gunshot, then a scream, then he heard his sister fall to the floor. He lay there, still and alone. He felt around desperately for the flashlight. He couldn’t find it so he just got up and ran as fast as he could up the stairs and out the door, but the murderer was following him.
 "Help me, help me," he cried. But no one heard him. He ran in to the woods. He had no idea where he was going, and that was the last anyone had ever seen him.