Grandma’s house was always warm, and inviting. The night before mine and my cousin, Aja’s, cross country road trip, when I was about 9, we spent the night at our grandparent’s house. I remember like it was yesterday. We always slept in the living room, in front of the fireplace. The wall opposite of the fireplace was the kitchen, and dining room. Directly across the room from the fireplace, in the dining room, was the door to enter the garage, and in the garage was a room. The room in the garage was the hobby room, were we used to do crafts and make ceramics. When you entered the garage, straight ahead, you would see a screen door and the door into the hobby room. To the right was a door, that lead outside to the back yard, and once outside, to the left, was the gate to proceed to the front yard. All of us, including my grandparents, where gathered around the fireplace roasting marshmallow’s to make s’mores, and watching The Wizard of Oz. Around nine o’clock that evening was time for bed, Aja and I arranged thick mat’s on the floor, in front of the fireplace to form a large bed. We decided to stay up, after my grandparents went to bed to play some card games. After much debate, we decided to play a game of war in front of the roaring fire. Aja, won the first round, and I won the second round. We started playing gin rummy next; it was pretty fun and lasted quite some time. It was getting pretty late, and by now it was ten thirty. I threw some more wood on the fire, and hopped under the covers. Our heads where near the fireplace, and our feet pointed towards the door that leads into the garage. After lying down for a few minutes the door to the hobby room started to squeak, then the screen door squeaked, it sounded, as if, someone was leaving the room. Next, we heard a key slide into the lock, and the lock slide into the locked position. The screen door