A long time ago I was a young girl who went by the name Hannah. I was an only child and had a stunning mom, who stayed home with me, and an intelligent father, who was rarely home at all. But since it was Christmas time he was finally off from work and home playing with me while my mother was making dinner. “ Hannah, can you be a dear and set the table?” my mother questioned. She looked like a porcelain doll with her dark brown hair, fair skin, and bright blue eyes. She’s an attractive woman in many people’s eyes, but my father was the one that caught hers. My father looks more like a typical businessman with his dark brown eyes and black hair, that seems to always be held back with the hair gel he uses. I look nothing like my mother or father for I had white hair and purple eyes. It’s a rare condition that the doctors can’t seem to explain.

“Yes, mother,” I replied and rushed to get plates and silverware. I placed each plate in an organized manner when I felt this cold breeze glide in. I study the room for an open door or window, but there was nothing. “How peculiar,” I remark to myself.

Sometime later we are all around the dinner table, and my parents were talking about their day. I wasn’t paying attention for Christmas was two days away and today was the first day of winter break. I was playing with my vegetables turning them into a smiling face. “ Hannah Banana, make sure you finish eating or no ice cream.” my father advised and with that i made all my veggies vanish.

When the fire started to die down, I was asked to head to bed. I did as tell and when I started to drift off I heard muffled whispers coming from the closet. I shot up with my heart thumping in my ears. I cautiously wandered to the door and thrust the door open, but there was nothing there. “How peculiar.” I shuddered to myself. I gently closed the closet door careful not to alert mother and father. Still shaking I rush back onto my bed and hid under my blankets staring intensely at the closet door.

I hear the whispering again but then there was a knock on my closet door this time. I sat there horrified as the whispering became screaming and the knocking turned to a pounding. It sounded like someone was dying on the other side of the door...