There was a woman named Joan. Joan moved into an old house that everyone told horrible stories about. Joan always brushed them off, except for one that really gave her chills. A shopkeeper told her that every person who ever stayed the night there never came out. He said this happened on many occasions, and that's why it was abandoned. Joan tried to seem like it didn't bother her, but it did. That night Joan settled down to sleep. Around midnight she was woke up by a loud creak that sounded like the stairs leading up to her room. Joan didn't think anything of it until she heard a voice call out, "Joan, I'm on the first step, I'm coming for you..." Joan covered herself more with the blankets and tried to stay calm. After a few minutes she heard another creak, followed by another. "Joan, I'm on the third step, I'm coming for you." The same voice called out. Joan freaked out a bit and froze with fright. Joan heard more creaking, then footsteps coming down the hallway. "Joan, I'm coming down the hallway, I'm almost there." The voice said cheerily. Joan hid under her covers and tried to stay calm. She heard a few more footsteps, then a knocking on her door. "Joan, I'm at your door, can I come in?" The voice said. Joan couldn't move she was so scared. "Joan, I'm opening the door...I'm here..." the voice said softly. Joan stayed still under the covers, hoping it would leave. "Joan, why are you hiding under there? Come out." The voice said firmly. When Joan didn't move the voice said angrily, "I SAID COME OUT!" it shouted. Joan peeked out and found herself staring into the blank, lifeless eyes of a small girl. "Oh Joan, you are so pretty..." was the last thing Joan heard. The next morning authorities found Joan's body in her bed, she had been strangled with the blankets, and her face had been torn off.