On the night of April 1st, Maddie Boone was in her bed, almost asleep, when the door to her room opened a crack, admitting a thin silver of yellow light that pierced the darkness. her body stiffened and she held her breath, wondering if this time she'd have the courage to scream loud enough to bring someone to her rescue. Or maybe this would be one of the times the shaft of light would disappear again, the door would quietly click shut, and the footsteps would fade down the hallway, leaving her to struggle alone with her incessant nightmares. Her eyes were wide in the blackness, the only sound, the awful banging of her heart against her bony chest as she strained in the darkness to hear.