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-63- morning already had come. But then I glanced through the French windows. The screen porch was dark and it was dark outside. The light was only in my room. At first, I was more mystified than frightened. But then the thought came that there must be a prowler in the room. With that, I jumped out of bed, screamed, and ran into a wardrobe closet which was next to Miss Anderson's room. I screamed again and pounded the wall. All this took place in much less time that it takes to tell. I would say a minute at the most. Almost immediately, I heard Mr. Armstrong and his wife and sister-in-law beating on my door and rattling the knob. I came out of the closet to unlock it. Now the room was pitch dark. The light had gone. I opened the door and Mr. Armstrong switched on the electricity. "Whatever is the matter?" he asked. "Were you having a nightmare?" "There was a light in the room," I said, "I thought someone was here."