Dream Threads 

The faint sound of people busting inside the strange house, reached her from down in the basement. She silently crept up the stairs and watched the FBI swarming into the house taking everyone older than 18. She softly stepped back and cringed when the step creaked underneath her. She froze when the agent took a step towards her. She held her breath and quickly worked her way back down the stairs with no other unwanted noises. She tried to calm kids as a sound like thunder made its ways to their ears. “Ssh they’re leaving now it’ll be okay.” Giant eyes met hers as they heard the step creak. She closed her eyes and stepped to the door, she spun quickly and ushered them back into the secret room she closed the door tightly and quietly picked up the book shelf and placed it in front of the door. She then returned to her post by the door. It opened so slowly she shifted impatiently, they finally took a slow step through the door and then one more. One more step and the agent would be in the perfect position there, as she jumped she realized there was another agent coming down the stairs too late. She knocked the first agent out as the second tried to grab her, she spun around prepared to fight him too but he brought his rifle up and smacked her with it. The taste of iron assaulted her tongue before she blacked out.