As she began to drift off, the lights suddenly cut out.

Raegan jumped. Thinking it was just a general power outage, she groped around for her flashlight.

Once she found it, she peered out of her window and saw lights twinkling in the distance. From the looks of it, her house was the only one that had a power failure.

Just then, she heard a rustling sound coming from outside.

Assuming it might just be her imagination playing tricks on her, she held her breath and listened.

A second later, the noise grew louder and louder. It sounded Like someone was trying to pick the lock.

Regan broke out in a cold sweat, and she felt the hair on her arms stand on end.

Raegan's legs turned to jelly. Her knees began to ache. The only thing she could use as a weapon was the flashlight in her hand.

With a creak, a door was pushed open.

Raegan looked around the room. It was empty. There wasn't even a place for her to hide.

In the end, she had to go behind the bedroom door and stand against the wall with the flashlight raised.

The sound of approaching footsteps was very light, but it was loud enough in the quiet night. With every step the man took, Raegan's heart trembled. Her hands began to shake.

She said a silent prayer, hoping that the man who broke in only wanted some money and that he would leave once he saw that the place was deserted.

But it seemed her prayer didn't get anywhere. She continued to hear the doors being opened one by one.

The frightening footsteps continued, sounding closer and closer to her bedroom.

A shadow was soon cast through the space under the door. Raegan saw the doorknob move gently. Her heart began to pound so hard that she clenched the flashlight nervously.

Raegan knew she had only one shot. If she missed it, she would be damned.

Creak! The old wooden door was opened bit by bit.

A man with a beard suddenly appeared in front of Raegan.

Bang! Raegan hit his face hard.