I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. I hit snooze and doze back to sleep. Beep. Beep. Beep. My alarm clock goes off again. I decided to listen to my clock's harsh noise and roll out of bed. My left foot touches the ground then my right. I let out a loud yawn and stretch my arms, back and neck. I stumble to my bathroom and remove my retainer from my mouth before turning on the lights. As I am removing my retainer I spot a shadow in my mirror. I quickly hit the light switch and rub my eyes as I prepare them for the glow. I peak through my fingers back at the mirror to see if I could spot the figure again. My reflection stares back at me. No other figure. Only shadow seen is my own. “Just my imagination,” I tell myself. I turn the handles of the shower and water pours from the faucet. The room fills with steam as I allow my bath to run. Before stepping into the tub, I close the door and lock it. As a dew-like texture forms around the room, I spot handprints appearing on the mirror. As the handprints appear, the mirror begins to rattle. The sink faucet handle begins to screech and water begins to pour out into the drain. This is not by my own doing but by the unseen force that is with me in my bathroom. I am not alone. “We have to leave in 15 minutes,” my mom yells from downstairs. I ignore the handprints and strange movements in my bathroom and hop into the bath so I don’t become late for school. I pull the curtain closed so hopefully my company cannot find me. I start to hear the hooks on the shower rod wigle as the curtain moves to the side. There is nowhere for me to run. There is nowhere for me to hide. This invisible force yanks down the shower rod and swings it across the room. My soap bottles slowly rise into the air and are emptied into the tub. My toothbrush is thrown into the toilet. The cabinets begin to slam shut and swing open. My mom knocks on the door, reminding me we have to leave soon and questioning the ruckus that is being made. I am too scared to respond to her questions. “Is everything alright in there? I’m coming in,” she annonces. As she opens the door, the invisible force pauses its mayhem. “What on earth happened here! Clean this all up immediately!” “It wasn’t me, It wasn’t me” I cried. “Oh Please,” she replied, “Get ready in 5 minutes or you will be riding the bus!” “Mom I know this sounds insane but the objects were being moved by someone or something invisible! You have to believe me,” I plead. “Get dressed,” she replied.