>Is there a carpet? If so, look under it.
>There is. You go to the edge of the room, and lift up a corner; there is bare floor underneath. You hear THE THING again. What if she... because, she can do that thing... you put THE KEY under the carpet. You can't give her any chance to get inside! You can't bear to think of that!
>"Who's there?"
>You feel bravery in dem bones, now that you've locked yourself in a room and hidden the key. You yell, "Who's there?" and quickly receive a response; but it isn't an answer.
"
Your soul is mine."
The floor is rushing up to meet your face, and the dream fades.
>You are BERKELEY MALONE!
>You are alone in your bedroom. The sun is starting to go down.
>Today was your 16th birthday! A lot of people you know came over for the party, and even your dear mother seemed happy today. But, the party is all over now, and everyone has gone back home. Some of the presents you got were...
>Joybuzzer
>Red-Black Checkered Coat
>Shiny Earrings
>Camera
>There is one present left that your mother gave to you after the party, before she left to go to work. It is an anonymous package addressed to you for your birthday that was on your house's doorstep this morning. You didn't tell anyone at the party about it, nor did you open it with the other presents; when you're holding it, something feels... strange. It's exciting, but a little unnerving as well.