One of the biggest downfalls of being a high school English teacher was that whenever she assigned a paper, she would have a lot of reading once the papers were handed in. Sometimes she brought the papers home, but she was running out of time to finish them all and she knew if she brought them home tonight, she would get distracted by the laundry and other cleaning she needed to do. When her red pen ran out of ink, and she realized she didn’t have another at her desk, she groaned. Luckily she knew where spare materials were stored near the boiler room, so she headed down. As she was looking for red pens, she heard some loud banging and immediately froze. The sounds grew louder, the source clearly moving towards her. She watched as two creatures burst into the room, and she ducked down and tried to hide. She wasn’t sure what happened next, but eventually the sound died down, and shew as left cowering against a set of shelves. As footsteps moved closer, she braced herself for the attack that was surely about to come.