I never believed the kind of stories people tell to scare each other on quiet nights. I was just at home with friends, hiding from the rain, laughing, drinking, and trying to pass the time. It should have been ordinary. Familiar. Safe. But somewhere between the joking and the silence that followed, something in that house changed, and I felt it before I could explain it.
I never believed the kind of stories people tell to scare each other on quiet nights. I was just at home with friends, hiding from the rain, laughing, drinking, and trying to pass the time. It should have been ordinary. Familiar. Safe. But somewhere between the joking and the silence that followed, something in that house changed, and I felt it before I could explain it.