The house was dead quiet. Even the stairs didn't creak as I crept down the stairs, looking for my family. You see, I was late for school and my parents didn't wake me up so I was going to go yell at them. But I couldn't find them. I searched their rooms and as I did so, a dream I had last night popped into my head. My dream was that my Mom was shaking me and telling me to get up. I sat up a bit and asked what was going on. She was whispering to herself frantically and told me to just follow her quietly. I told her it was too early and I fell back asleep. I had heard a scream and that is when I woke up. The dream kept replaying in my head but I told myself it wasn't true. Maybe they had just gone to the store and let me sleep. That's when I remembered that it was Wednesday and that I had school. I start to panic and search faster, in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom. I pull myself together and start to think rationally.