She scurried through the dark alleyways, urging everyone who stood in the way to move. Her footsteps grew faster as dawn approached.

Amaya was scared of the dark. She didn't know having a job would require her to stay late into the night. What scared her even more than the dark was the fact that her mother had called her a hundred times. 

"Ah!" She frantically opened the door to her apartment and plopped on the silver coloured couch. On top of her phobia, Amaya is rich and affluent. She has good grades, parents, background. 

She is the perfect girl. Someone every girl wants to be. Her tiny feet slipped out of the thick boots she was wearing. She loved wearing Christmas-themed socks and dresses the most. 

Most people describe her as unapproachable, but that's total nonsense. They don't and won't know the real her. 

"Phew! Was it always this cold in here?"

She walked to the window. She froze once she realized it was open. Didn't she close it right before she left?

"Uhm..."

Her body felt dry. "W-Who knows? Maybe I left it open!"

She shrugged it off and went to sleep, later interrupted by loud bang. "Who's there?!" 

Amaya had always been paranoid, but she wouldn't start hallucinating so much that it looked as if a silhouette was moving in the Twilight...