It was the night before Christmas. I heard quiet voices in my head, calling my name. Who is it? What is it? I looked around to see nothing. I tried to close my tired, droopy eyes but there was the calm, quiet voice again. It whispered Charlie I’m downstairs, so I walked down the creaky steps, hoping to see something.  Then It said, Charlie I’m under your bed, I looked with suspicion. As I turned it changed shape of my door… The the creepy voice, it screamed, Charlie your…DEAD! It killed me. Watch your backs I’m coming to get you…