"Hello?" Grace asked, her voice echoing through the old, tattered walls. The strumming instantly stopps. "Is anyone there?" "I mean you no harm." She said calmly. Grace went up the old staircase that led to an empty, (or at least she thought it was empty) bedroom. Heavy breathing was comming from the closet door. She opened it, and a man holding a gituar fell out with a BANG. Grace screamed. "SHHHHH!!" He said to her. "W-who are you?" She asked. "My name is Daniel Radcliffe... I have to come here to practice my music...." He drifted off. "Now, who are you?" Daniel asked her. "M-my name is Grace." She said to him. "Your not gonna hurt me are you mister?" She asked him. "No, of course not sweetheart." Daniel said trying to comfort her. "How old are you?" He asked. "I'm 7 years old." Grace responded. "What are you doing up here all alone anyways?" Daniel pondered.

   "I-I just come up here to be alone." She said slightly teary eyed. "Well, don't worry, everything's going to be fine." He assured her.