The first night she loses control

Dara's eyes opened with a start when she heard the loud snapping noise. She sat straight up in her bed, feeling a chill run down her spine. Turning to her side, she saw that her husband was still sound asleep. A quick scan around and she saw nothing out of the ordinary. However, the loud noise spooked her. How could no one in the house not hear that? It was like a cracking sound, like a twig being snapped in two. Feeling an urgent need to make sure the house was locked up, she gingerly got up from the comfort of her pillow to check the alarm system. It showed no signs of tampering, but she had to make sure. Quietly, she went out of the bedroom to go downstairs, dressed in only a loose white night dress. She turned on the smallest light down by the kitchen and checked all the doors. Nothing was out of place. No sign of a break in. A quick check out the windows and she saw nothing suspicious. There might be nothing out there, but she had the inkling feeling that something was very wrong, and soon enough, just as she was about to head back upstairs, she stopped in her tracks.

She found that she could not move. Her mind began to panic when it brought her towards the backdoor. Was she dreaming? Was she sleeping right now? To her horror, she disabled the alarm with the console there, and went straight out the door, closing it neatly behind her. The night air breathed through the only piece of clothing she had on as she quietly made her way towards the low back fence in near pitch black darkness. When she reaches it, she climbs over it into the neighbors yard, making her way towards the basement entrance. She had no idea the view of the place would be so sinister, which looked like it cam straight out of some horror movie. Her hand reaches down to open the door and steps inside.

A yellow light flooded through and she found herself in the spacious basement of the Erikson residence. she still could not move an inch even as you rounded the corner, to come face to face with the grinning face of the teenager who lived here. She recognize him as Colin Erikson, one of the problem children who made inappropriate looks at her, and he seemed very glad to see you. She wanted to shout out for help, but your mouth did not move. All she did was stand in front of him, completely motionless, unable to stop him from glaring at her cleavage at close proximity.

"Now what brings you down in my humble abode, Mrs Keen?" He asks with an evil tone in his voice.