1: Morning

I woke up and dressed in a blue plaid shirt, some jeans, and a pair of boots. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and did the necessities, then grabbed my computer. I went into my office-just a plain, blue-walled room, with only a desk, chair, and bookshelf. I sat down, opened the computer, and set to work on my new book.

That's right, I'm an author. It's a fun job, which I enjoy, and pays a lot of money. This is only my third book, and it's about a fantasy adventure, but it's a bit different. One of the main character's friends goes missing, so she and the other friend have to find him, but little do they know he's trapped in time. So they rescue him, live happily ever after, etc, the end.

At first, everything was fine. It was quiet aside from the low hum of my music.

Then the pounding started. It sounded like someone was beating on my office door.

Me, being oblivious at first, stood and opened the door.

What I saw scared me out of my mind. It made my head spin.

No one was at the door.