Feather Quill in an Ink Pot

Lauryn woke suddenly, the sound of shattered glass still clattering to the floor confirmed it had not been a dream. There were heavy footsteps on the other side of the wall, in her little sister's room, but nothing else. What the hell is going on? She carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed toward her door, her hand shaking as she reached for the knob.

I'm not feeling very creative today...