Even though nothing ever happened upstairs, I was still a little wary. Now it was open just a crack. But not for long. We had shut it the night before. But when I opened my eyes, there was an old man standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Immediately after closing my eyes, I felt the weirdest sensation.
My parents slept downstairs in a room that was a new addition to the house, and I hated the idea that they were so far away.
Old Man don’t give a fuck for gun pointed at his head
That night, after gossiping for a few hours the way only two 12 year old girls can, we fell asleep. Our eyes grew wide as we stared at each other in terror, and then slowly turned to the door. But when I opened my eyes, there was an old man standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Finally, after a few sleepless nights and plenty of power tears, my parents agreed to let me sleep downstairs in the old living room, which had a fireplace and two doors: However, since I had no evidence, I just shut my eyes, curled in a ball, and fell into an uneasy sleep. The next morning, when I woke up, my friend was already awake and staring at me. But not for long.