Lilly was hiding inside the attic while the things below stumbled around the house. Lilly had been at a sleepover with her friends when the first of the things broke through a window. She had been in the attic since everything had happened. She was scared and wanted her mom. The girls at the party had been making fun of her because she had wet the bed. Makaliegh’s mom had called her mom and she was supposed to be on the way to get her. Makaliegh’s mom had been sitting on the front porch with her, brushing her fingers through Lilly’s hair telling her that everything was alright and that accidents happen. Makaliegh’s mom looked up and noticed someone staggering down the street. She stood and told me to wait right there. 

She had walked down the driveway asking if the person had been okay and if they needed help. When the person heard her had froze and turned to look at here. Then he began to run. She screamed for Lilly to run and get inside as she raced down the driveway. Lilly had frozen and Makaliegh’s mom scooped her up and ran inside. She yelled for all the girls to go up to her and Makaliegh’s dad’s room and for him to get the gun. The person was banging hard on the door. Lilly and the other girls ran up the stairs, the pants wetting episode forgotten. Makaliegh’s mom was up write behind them hurrying them into the room and then into the big closet.

She reached up and pulled down a se tof stairs that went into the attic, hurrying the girls up them, urging them to be quiet and to please stop crying. Once the Lilly got into the attic, she looked out of the window. The person that had been on the street was banging against the door, and pumping off like it was a cartoon. They couldn’t open the door. Lilly then noticed that the person was hurt.

“Mrs. Bently… The person is hurt,” Lilly said quietly with a shaking voice.

“Hush now, Lilly. Come away from the window,” she had tried to make her voice sound calm and soothing so she could keep the attic full of girls at ease, but the shaking in her voice couldn’t be hidden. She was terrified. Things like this only happened on the news.  The sick people were supposed to be other places, not in America, or her state, or her neighborhood! This couldn’t be happening.

Mr. Bently came up the stairs soon after. His gun in his hand.

Lilly made herself as small as possible in the corner and waited for the things to leave. She hoped that the clunking and bumping would make itself outside.