You know those sounds you hear when no one is home? Those sounds only you hear. When you’re alone. I do. I hear them everyday. The creaking. The noises. The paranoia of my mind playing tricks on me, but is it really? What if there is someone outside of the door. Waiting for me to see what that sound is. What if he is just waiting for my curiosity to take over and warp my mind into his world? He’s waiting for my mind to weaken. Waiting for me to fall asleep. Waiting for something. For something I don’t know. He’s waiting. Just waiting. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, paralyzed by something holding you…

You know those sounds you hear when no one is home? Those sounds only you hear. When you’re alone. I do. I hear them everyday. The creaking. The noises. The paranoia of my mind playing tricks on me, but is it really? What if there is someone outside of the door. Waiting for me to see what that sound is. What if he is just waiting for my curiosity to take over and warp my mind into his world? He’s waiting for my mind to weaken. Waiting for me to fall asleep. Waiting for something. For something I don’t know. He’s waiting. Just waiting. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, paralyzed by something holding you…

You know those sounds you hear when no one is home? Those sounds only you hear. When you’re alone. I do. I hear them everyday. The creaking. The noises. The paranoia of my mind playing tricks on me, but is it really? What if there is someone outside of the door. Waiting for me to see what that sound is. What if he is just waiting for my curiosity to take over and warp my mind into his world? He’s waiting for my mind to weaken. Waiting for me to fall asleep. Waiting for something. For something I don’t know. He’s waiting. Just waiting. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, paralyzed by something holding you…