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Chilling Sleepover Tales: When Nightmares Come to Life · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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When I was 13, I went to a sleepover at my friend Tom's
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house. It was a huge old place, way
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bigger than any of our houses, with a steep, creaky staircase
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and those heavy wood doors that made the whole house feel kind
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of like a museum. Tom's family had only moved in a
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few months before, and the place was still full of empty rooms
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and weird, dusty antiques they'd inherited with the house.
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It had this vibe to it, like it was trapped in another time.
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You know, the kind of place where every shadow feels a
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little too dark and every noise echoes like it's coming from the
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walls themselves. Tom invited three of us over
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that night, me and two other friends, James and Kyle.
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We were planning to do the usual stuff, eat way too much junk
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food, marathon a couple of horror movies, and try to scare
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each other with whatever ghost stories we'd heard.
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But there was one thing we were all secretly looking forward to,
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something we hadn't actually talked about out loud.
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Exploring the attic. Tom had mentioned it a couple of
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times, how it was locked when they first moved in and that his
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parents hadn't even bothered to check it out yet.
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But he'd found an old key in the basement and managed to unlock
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it, and the way he talked about it made it sound like some
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forbidden room. I think we were all hoping to
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find something creepy up there, some weird artifact or old photo
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that would give us nightmares for weeks.
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So naturally, as soon as Tom's parents were asleep, we made our
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way up to the attic. The door was at the end of a
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long hallway on the 2nd floor, and every step we took seemed to
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make the floor creak louder. By the time we reached the door,
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we were practically holding our breath, listening to the silence
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around us like we were about to break some kind of sacred rule.
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Tom unlocked the door and we crept inside, his flashlight
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cutting a thin beam of light through the darkness.
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The attic was bigger than I expected, with low, slanting
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ceilings and a bunch of old furniture covered in dusty
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sheets. Boxes were stacked along the
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walls, each one labeled with someone's careful handwriting
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from decades ago. It was weirdly quiet up there,
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like the air itself was heavier somehow.
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As we looked around, I noticed something hanging on the far
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wall. It was a mask, one of those old
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fashioned carved wooden ones. It had a long, thin face, with
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these hollow eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you went,
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and the mouth was curved in this slight unsettling grin.
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The paint was chipped, faded like it had been there for
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years. Whoa.
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James whispered, stepping closer.
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That's creepy. Tom shrugged, trying to play it
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cool, but I could tell he was just as freaked out as the rest
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of us. Yeah, it's probably just some
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decoration the old owners left behind.
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But as we stared at it, there was this weird feeling like we
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weren't supposed to be there, like we were intruding on
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something. I tried to brush it off,
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laughing it away, but I couldn't shake the way the mask seemed to
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look back at me. After a few minutes, we left the
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attic, shutting the door tight behind us, and went back to
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Tom's room to watch a movie. I figured it'd be easy to forget
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about the mask once we got into the usual sleepover stuff,
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except I couldn't get it out of my head.
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The longer we sat there, the more those hollow eyes and that
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eerie smile crept back into my mind.
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I wasn't the only one. James kept looking toward the
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hallway, and Tom was quieter than usual, barely saying a word
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as the movie played. Kyle was the only one who didn't
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seem bothered, too engrossed in the horror movie to notice the
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rest of us. We tried to shake it off, but
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the whole vibe of the night was off, like we'd let something in
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by going up to the attic. Eventually, around 2:00 AM, we
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called it a night. I rolled out my sleeping bag on
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the floor next to Tom's bed while James and Kyle spread
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theirs out across the room. Tom was out in minutes, and I
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could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing, the soft rustle
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of his blankets as he shifted in his sleep.
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I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to let the
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sounds of the house settle my nerves.
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But after a while, I started hearing something else.
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It was so soft I thought I was imagining it, a subtle tapping
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sound, much like fingers drumming lightly on wood.
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I held my breath, listening, wondering if the others could
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hear it too, but nobody said anything.
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The tapping grew louder and I could feel my heartbeat picking
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up. Then it stopped.
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I told myself it was nothing, just old house noises.
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I closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax, but the darkness felt
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heavy. I rolled over my back to the
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door, trying to find a comfortable position when I felt
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it. That feeling you get when you
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know someone's watching you. My eyes shot open and I lay
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there, every nerve on high alert.
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I didn't want to turn around, didn't want to see what might be
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there. But I couldn't resist my
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curiosity and slowly I rolled over, peeking through barely
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open eyes. And that's when I almost had a
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heart attack. Standing in the corner of the
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room was a figure with the same hollow eyes and crooked smile as
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the mask in the attic. He was standing there, watching
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us. The masks pale surface seemed
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almost to glow in the dark. Those empty eyes locked onto me.
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I could barely breathe, my chest tight with fear as I tried to
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process what I was seeing. It felt like an eternity, just
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staring at each other. I wanted to scream, to wake Tom
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and the others, but my throat was dry, locked in place by
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fear. Just then, Tom shifted in his
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bed, mumbling something in his sleep.
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The sound broke the spell, and I forced myself to sit up, my eyes
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fixed on the figure in the corner.
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But the moment I moved, he vanished.
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One second he was there, the next he was gone, leaving
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nothing but the darkness. I stayed awake the rest of the
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night, staring at that corner, waiting for any sign of the
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figure. I was sure he'd come back, that
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he was just hiding somewhere, waiting for the right moment.
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But morning came, and the room filled with sunlight and
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everything looked normal, like nothing had happened.
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When the others woke up, I told them what I'd seen.
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James went pale and Kyle looked away, clearly uncomfortable.
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Tom didn't say anything at first, just listened with this
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serious, almost scared expression.
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Finally, he admitted that he'd felt like someone was watching
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him too, but he brushed it off his nerves.
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Before we left, we all went back up to the attic, just to check
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if the mask was still there. I don't know why we all kind of
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hoped it wouldn't be like that, would somehow prove what I saw
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wasn't real. But when we got to the attic, it
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was exactly where we left it, hanging on the wall with that
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same eerie smile, like it was mocking us.
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None of us said a word, just stared at it, feeling that same
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heavy silence settle over us. I didn't want to touch it,
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didn't even want to get close, so we just left it there,
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locking the attic door behind us.
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To this day, I still see that mask in my dreams, the hollow
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eyes and that twisted grin lurking in the darkness.
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And every time I feel like I'm back in that room, staring at
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the figure in the corner, waiting for him to move.
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But the worst part? Sometimes when I wake up, I
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could swear I hear the faintest sound of tapping coming from
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somewhere nearby. I can't say I was ever the
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scaredy cat type, but what happened that night at Amanda's
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house? It's still something I think
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about even now as a grown woman. I was 13 and it was a Friday
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night. Amanda and I had been friends
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for years, and we were the inseparable type, practically
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spent every weekend together. Her parents were these
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easygoing, trusting types who let us do our own thing as long
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as we stayed out of trouble. So when they told us they'd be
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out for the evening having dinner in the city with some old
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friends, we saw it as a green light for a perfect night of
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freedom. It would just be me, Amanda and
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a few other girls, Christy who loved scary movies as much as I
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did, and Leah who was a bit more timid but always down for
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whatever we suggested. Amanda's basement was kind of a
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regular hangout spot for us. It had this huge sectional couch
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that was more comfortable than any bed, a couple of bean bags
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we'd claimed over the years, and a low coffee table perfect for
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snacks and drinks. The basement wasn't creepy at
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all, really. It had enough light and the
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walls were painted this warm beige color that made the place
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feel cozy. We'd all sprawled out in our
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sleeping bags, snacks spread out around us, completely alone in
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the house. The front porch light was off,
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the doors were locked, and Amanda's parents had left around
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six, promising they'd be back before midnight.
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By 9:00 PM, we'd already worked our way through most of a cheesy
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horror movie, laughing through the jump scares, eating popcorn
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by the handful, and daring each other to actually watch the
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creepiest parts. It was only after we switched to
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telling ghost stories that the atmosphere started to feel
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different. Christie was halfway through a
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story about a ghost who supposedly haunted our town
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cemetery when we heard something.
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A faint Creek, like a floorboard giving way underweight.
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I looked around the room, but none of the girls seemed fazed.
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I decided it was nothing, just some old pipe or Random House
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noise. I figured I was on edge from all
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the horror talk. We kept going, and by the time
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we wrapped up another scary story, it was past 10.
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We were pretty deep in our spook talk now, telling each other
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about creepy things we'd heard or the worst nightmares we'd
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ever had. But then, out of nowhere, the
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sound happened again. This time, it was loud enough
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that all four of us froze. It was coming from above,
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directly from the kitchen, where the floor was hardwood and prone
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to creaking. But we were all downstairs, and
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Amanda's parents were gone. Leah leaned forward, whispering.
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Do you guys think someone's in the house?
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Christie gave her a little shove, laughing it off, but I
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noticed her eyes kept darting toward the stairs.
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Amanda rolled her eyes, trying to seem unaffected.
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It's probably just the wind, she said, but I could tell she
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didn't believe it either. There wasn't even a breeze
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outside. We tried to keep the
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conversation going, tried to joke around, but the atmosphere
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had shifted. I could feel the hairs on my
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arms prickling, and the darkness upstairs suddenly felt more like
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a threat than just a part of the house.
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I thought about going up to check.
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I even stood up halfway to the stairs.
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But then a new sound stopped me dead in my tracks.
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A voice, not just one, but too low and muffled, like a
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conversation being held just out of earshot.
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I looked back at the others. Their faces were all variations
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of shock and confusion. Christy leaned over, whispering.
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Do you think your parents came home early?
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But Amanda shook her head slowly, her face pale.
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No, she whispered back. My mom would have called or
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texted if they were coming home early.
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We all looked at each other, the fear now settling in thick.
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The voices were definitely not her parents, we could barely
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make out what they were saying, but one of them sounded angry,
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the tone sharp, almost frustrated.
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The other voice was more hushed, almost like they were arguing
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about something. Amanda whispered.
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Maybe it's someone outside? But as soon as she said it, we
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heard a distinct thud, something heavy being set down right above
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us in the living room. That was it, someone was
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definitely in the house. Panic started to take hold.
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I grabbed Amanda's arm, pulling her closer.
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We need to call the police. I whispered, but Amanda just
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shook her head. My phone's upstairs.
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She whispered and I felt a cold pit form in my stomach.
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She wasn't the only one who'd left her phone up there.
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We'd all dropped them on the kitchen counter, thinking we
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wouldn't need them. Now they were upstairs where
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whoever was in the house could see them.
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I was kicking myself for not keeping mine close by.
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Leah whimpered, and Christie clamped a hand over her mouth to
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keep her quiet. We all backed away from the
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stairs, huddling together, listening as the footsteps moved
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around upstairs. Whoever it was, they were
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walking with purpose, moving through each room like they were
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looking for something. I held my breath as we heard one
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of them curse, the sound muffled but tense, as if he was getting
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frustrated. The other voice was calmer, more
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methodical, giving instructions in a low tone.
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The footsteps continued, heavy and deliberate, crossing from
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the living room to the kitchen. We all kept our eyes on the
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stairwell, bracing ourselves for any sign that they were coming
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down. I could feel Amanda trembling
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beside me, her hand gripping mine so tightly it hurt, but
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none of us dared move. Then, out of nowhere, we heard a
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loud knock on the front door. The voices went silent, and we
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held our breath, straining to hear any hint of what was
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happening. Another knock followed, louder
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this time. I saw Christie's face brighten
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with hope, and she mouthed it might be the cops.
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We all waited, barely daring to breathe, listening as the front
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door opened. We couldn't make out exactly
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what was happening, but there were a few mumbled words
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exchanged, and then the heavy sound of footsteps fading away,
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the front door closing. We waited, just to be sure, and
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then finally, the sound of Amanda's phone ringing broke the
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silence. She scrambled for the stairs,
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the rest of us close behind as she sprinted up to the kitchen
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and grabbed her phone. Her mom was calling, and Amanda
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quickly put it on speaker, her voice shaking as she answered.
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Her mom's voice came through, calm but urgent.
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Are you girls OK? Yeah.
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Amanda said, still breathless. Mom, what happened?
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Her mom explained that their next door neighbor had called
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the cops after seeing two men sneaking around the side of the
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house. They thought no one was home and
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had planned to rob the place. The cops caught them just in
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time, right as they were about to come downstairs.
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I looked over at the other girls, each of us still in
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shock. The reality of how close we've
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been to something terrible sinking in.
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When Amanda's parents came home, they hugged us like we've been
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missing for days. We tried to explain what
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happened, but all we could really say was that we've been
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alone, scared and helpless, waiting in the dark while two
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strangers moved around just a floor above us.
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Even now, any small Creek or faint voice sends me right back
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to that night. It's funny, people think the
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scariest things are ghosts or monsters, but that night taught
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me that real fear isn't something from a horror movie.
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It's real people. And it's real danger creeping
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just outside your safe place. I'm going to be honest, I never
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really believed in the supernatural.
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Ghosts, spirits, all that stuff seemed like it belonged in
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campfire tales and horror movies, not real life.
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So when my buddy Matt invited me over for a sleepover at his
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place, I wasn't expecting anything more than a night of
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snacks, video games, and maybe some late night conspiracy
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theories we'd laugh about and forget by morning.
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Matt and I met during freshman orientation in college.
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He was easygoing, quick with a joke, and just the type of guy
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you could talk to about anything.
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So when he casually mentioned that he had a weird sleepwalking
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problem, I didn't think twice. He laughed it off saying it was
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no big deal and I figured he probably just walked around a
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bit or mumbled in his sleep. Nothing worth worrying about.
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That night we hung out in his basement for hours, laughing and
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playing video games, tossing snacks at each other, just your
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typical guys night in. His parents were out for the
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weekend, so we had the whole place to ourselves.
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By midnight, the energy in the room was winding down.
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We both yawned, stretched, and I was about to suggest we call it
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a night when Matt leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
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So I should probably warn you. He said, trying to keep a
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straight face but failing miserably.
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Sometimes I do weird stuff when I'm asleep.
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I laughed it off. Like what, you wander around the
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house with your eyes closed? Maybe raid the fridge?
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He shrugged a little too seriously.
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Something like that. We set up our sleeping bags on
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the floor, and he made sure to position his at the opposite
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side of the room. I didn't think much of it, but
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as I lay there in the dark, staring up at the shadows on the
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ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder what he'd meant by weird
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stuff. Before I could give it much more
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thought, though, I drifted off to sleep.
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It was probably around 3:00 AM when I woke up.
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You know that feeling you get when something's off?
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But you're not quite sure what that's what it felt like.
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The room was silent, the kind of heavy silence where you can
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almost feel it pressing down on you.
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I lay there for a moment, blinking, my mind half asleep,
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trying to figure out why I'd woken up.
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Then I noticed it. A figure standing near the door.
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At first I thought it was just a trick of the light.
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Matt's basement wasn't exactly well lit, and shadows played all
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sorts of weird games down there. But as my eyes adjusted, I
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realized it wasn't a shadow. It was Matt.
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He was just standing there, right by the door, looking
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straight at me. His eyes were open, but they
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were vacant, like he was staring through me, not at me.
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Matt, I whispered, more to myself than to him.
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He didn't respond, didn't even blink, just kept staring, his
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body rigid, like he was frozen in place.
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I sat up slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements.
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I didn't want to spook him, thinking maybe this was just his
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sleepwalking thing. I'd read that you're not
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supposed to wake sleepwalkers because it could shock them or
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worse, but the whole scene felt wrong.
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There was something off in the way he was standing, something
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unsettling in his stare. I cleared my throat softly.
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Hey Matt, you OK? That's when he spoke, and his
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voice sounded different, like it wasn't really his.
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You shouldn't be here. It freaked me out more than I'd
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like to admit. His tone was flat, robotic, as
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if he was reading a line from a script.
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I waited, hoping he'd snap out of it, maybe laugh it off as a
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prank, but he just kept staring at me.
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All right, man, this isn't funny.
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I said, forcing a laugh, but the sound came out weak.
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I was trying to shake off the unease creeping into my stomach.
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Then, suddenly, he turned and walked out of the room.
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Just like that. No reaction, no expression,
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nothing. He disappeared into the darkness
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of the staircase, leaving me alone in the basement.
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For a moment, I just sat there, processing.
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Maybe he really was sleepwalking.
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Maybe it was nothing. But something in his voice, in
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the way he'd looked at me, kept me from lying back down.
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I grabbed my phone, checking the time. 314 AMI thought about just
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going back to sleep, but the weirdness of it all kept nagging
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at me. Finally, I decided to go check
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on him. I went upstairs and walked out
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into the hallway. His bedroom door was cracked
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open, so I peered inside. There he was, lying on his bed,
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his breathing slow and even, like he hadn't just been
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standing in the basement staring at me.
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A few minutes ago. I backed out, deciding I'd just
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let him be. Maybe it really was just
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sleepwalking. The next morning, we both woke
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up like nothing had happened. I was debating whether to bring
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it up, wondering if he'd even remember.
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But before I could say anything, I noticed something strange.
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He had bruises on his arm, faint but noticeable, like someone had
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grabbed him tightly. Dude, what happened to your arm?
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I asked, half joking to cover my curiosity.
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He looked down at his arm, frowning.
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I don't know. He rubbed at the bruises as if
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they were new to him. I don't remember hitting it on
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anything. I tried to laugh it off, but it
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didn't feel funny. Maybe you sleepwalked into
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something last night. You were acting pretty weird,
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man. He shot me a look.
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What do you mean? I told him about how he'd been
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standing by the door, just staring at me, and how he'd said
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you shouldn't be here. As I spoke, his face turned
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pale, his usual laid back expression replaced by something
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close to fear. That doesn't sound like
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something I'd say. He murmured.
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We both brushed it off, but the rest of the day felt tense.
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The image of him standing in the doorway, staring blankly, kept
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replaying in my mind. There was something unnerving
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about it that I couldn't shake, a sense that it hadn't really
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been him in that moment. A few days later, I got a text
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from Matt. He'd been having strange dreams
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since the night I stayed over, dreams of standing in dark
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hallways, hearing whispers that weren't his own.
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He tried to laugh it off, blaming stress from school, but
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I could tell he was genuinely freaked out.
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I didn't know what to make of it.
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Part of me wanted to shrug it off, but another part wondered
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if we'd somehow stumbled into something we shouldn't have.
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Even if it was just a creepy late night episode, whatever it
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was, neither of us could forget it.
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Now, every time I think about staying over at a friend's
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place, I hesitate just a little. Because sometimes you can never
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really be sure who or what will be there with you in the dark.
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Back when I was 15, sleepovers at my buddy Ray's place were
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practically a ritual. His house was perfect for it.
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Big basement, plenty of snacks, and parents who didn't really
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care if we stayed up all night. They usually just gave us a
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blanket warning to keep the noise down and left us to our
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own devices. So one Friday night, it was me,
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Ray, and two other guys, Jake and Steven, all piled into Ray's
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basement with our sleeping bags and a bunch of horror movies.
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We were pumped for a long night of games, junk food, and trying
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to scare each other half to death.
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We just finished the first movie, some old slasher flick,
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when we started talking about real creepy stories we'd heard.
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You know, just normal teenage stuff, urban legends, the guy
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who supposedly lived under someone's house for years, that
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kind of thing. But for some reason, maybe
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because it was late in the basement, lights were dim, every
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little noise in the house seemed way too loud, and as we got more
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into our stories, our laughs turned into nervous chuckles.
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I'd be lying if I said we weren't a little on edge.
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Around 2:00 AM, we heard this faint rustling sound coming from
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upstairs. It wasn't loud or anything, more
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like a shuffle or a soft thud. Ray immediately brushed it off
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as his dad getting a late night snack, which seemed reasonable.
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The guy had the metabolism of a teenager, so we all laughed and
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went back to our horror stories, piling on more chips and candy.
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But a few minutes later, we heard it again, this time a
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little louder. It sounded like something
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shifting, like furniture being dragged across the floor,
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followed by a soft, almost rhythmic creak.
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Ray looked a little annoyed and muttered something like geez
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dad, keep it down under his breath.
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Jake and Steven chuckled, but I noticed their eyes kept darting
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toward the staircase, listening just as hard as I was.
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Then came the sound of footsteps crossing the kitchen floor.
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We all stopped talking and stared at each other.
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It felt weird. Ray's parents weren't the type
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to wander around the house at night, and they definitely
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wouldn't be stomping around like that.
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He shrugged and tried to laugh it off, but I could tell he was
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getting a little freaked out too.
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The footsteps continued and we heard them getting closer to the
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basement door. Then there was silence.
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The four of us waited, barely breathing, listening hard to see
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if we'd hear anything else. But everything was dead quiet.
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Ray's house wasn't old, so it didn't make the usual house
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noises at night. If something moved, it wasn't
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just settling, it was someone or something actually moving.
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Should we go check it out? Jake whispered.
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But none of us moved. I remember.
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Ray looked kind of pale, like he was weighing the options in his
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head. Finally, he muttered.
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It's probably just my dad. I'll go up and look.
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But as soon as he said that, we heard this loud thump, like
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someone had dropped something heavy on the kitchen floor.
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Ray froze. None of us moved.
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It was a kind of silence that felt thick, like we'd all
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suddenly realized something was really wrong.
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What if someone came in? He whispered.
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That suggestion hung in the air and we all just stared at each
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other, realizing we didn't really have a plan if someone
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had broken in. Jake's face was pale and Steven
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kept looking at the door as if expecting it to burst open at
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any second. I could feel the tension
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crawling up my neck, and suddenly every shadow in that
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basement felt darker. Ray decided to be the brave one.
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Look, let's just check it out together.
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He said, grabbing the flashlight with a hand that was clearly
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shaking. None of us wanted to go up, but
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none of us wanted to stay in the basement either.
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So one by one we crept up the stairs, sticking close together
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with Ray leading the way. Every step we took was like a
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test of nerves, each creak of the stairs making us flinch and
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look around. When we got to the top of the
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stairs, Ray turned on the flashlight, sweeping it across
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the kitchen. Everything looked normal.
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The chairs were in place, the countertops were clean, and the
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back door seemed closed. We all relaxed a bit, but the
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weirdness wasn't over. Ray aimed the flashlight at the
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back door, and that's when we saw it.
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The door wasn't locked, it was just slightly ajar, maybe an
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inch or two, enough to see a sliver of the darkness outside.
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Did you leave it open? Jake asked.
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Ray shook his head slowly, looking more disturbed than
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ever. No, I locked it before we went
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to the basement. I always lock it.
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Without another word, Ray moved to close and lock the door, but
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just as he reached out, something outside caught his
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attention. He stopped, staring out into the
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darkness of his backyard. What?
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I whispered, stepping up next to him.
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My heart was racing and I had this weird tight feeling in my
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stomach. He didn't answer, just slowly
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lifted his hand, pointing toward the far end of the yard.
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I leaned in, squinting into the darkness, and that's when I saw
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a faint trail of muddy footprints leading from the gate
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to the back door. None of us could process what we
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were seeing. They were clear, unmistakable
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footprints, smudged and messy, but definitely human.
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They led straight up to the house, right to where we were
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standing. Guys, those weren't there
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earlier, right? No way.
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Ray muttered, his eyes locked on the footprints.
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I'd have noticed them when I checked the door.
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We all just stood there, staring at those footprints, trying to
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wrap our heads around what they meant.
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Someone had walked right up to the house in the middle of the
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night. Maybe they've been inside the
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house, listening to us talk and laugh.
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Ray locked the door and we practically sprinted back to the
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basement, shutting ourselves in like it was the only place we
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could be safe. But even down there in the dark,
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it was impossible to feel safe. Every tiny noise felt like a
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threat. We stayed up the rest of the
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night, all of us too wired to sleep, just staring at the door,
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listening for any sound that might give us a clue that
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someone was still out there. But it was silent.
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By the time the sun finally started to rise, we were all
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exhausted, barely holding our eyes open.
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When Ray's parents woke up, they found the living room in utter
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chaos. Muddy footprints tracking across
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the carpet, some of the furniture out of place.
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They were sure it was us at first, convinced we'd been
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messing around in the night and left a mess.
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But we told them everything about the sounds, the footsteps,
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and finding the back door open, even dragged them out to see the
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footprints. But by then they were barely
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visible, just faint smudges on the ground.
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After checking everything, his parents saw that nothing was
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missing. The intruder hadn't taken
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anything. Realizing nothing was missing
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didn't bring much comfort. In fact, the thought that
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someone had wandered silently through the house with us inside
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made Ray's parents freak out. They called the cops
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immediately. Officers came by, took our
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statements, and searched around, but they never found anything
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conclusive. We never did figure out who left
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those footprints or why they were there.
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Ray's parents ended up installing a security system not
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long after that, and we never slept in the basement again.
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The thought that someone walked around the house with us inside,
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silent and unseen, still gives me goosebumps.
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