Delaney


 * Uninvited Guests**
 * Loralae crept down to the basement, making sure to muffle her footsteps and keep a tight hold on her pocketknife that she kept clutched in her hand. As she crouched near the bottom step, she put her arm around her dogs, Quigley and Annie. Six eyes remained trained upon a wooden door, about three feet high, set in the wall opposite them. As midnight drew nearer, Annie and Quigley began to whine, piercing the heavy silence. The first sign.

Should she run? or Should she stand her ground?**