The voice suddenly seemed to be growing louder- as if the speaker were edging towards Caleb slowly, getting closer and closer. Caleb, now panicky, rattled the rusting doorknob to try and escape the daunting forest and the ghoulish voice. The doorknob did not budge, however; it only turned this way and that in his now-clammy palm.

Suddenly, the voice seemed to be directly beside Caleb. Caleb froze where he was, not daring to move a muscle. Caleb's head swiveled slowly, at a creeping pace, to the part of the forest beside the door; the voice was now silent. Nothing stirred around Caleb for a moment, when all of the sudden a gush of water slapped him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Caleb's eyes snapped open. His dog, Toby, pleased to see his best buddy awake, continued lapping at Caleb's face. Caleb, glancing quickly at his alarm clock- 7:30, way past the time the bus arrives- pushed Toby aside from him gently, then hurriedly jumped out of bed to prepare for school.