I grabbed the frosty rail and slowly crept up the stairs. As each creak was echoed through the foyer I thought I heard a noise. It sounded like a click. "Is someone ---" I'm too scared to talk. "He-Hello?"
I wait. Nothing.
It's just too quiet for me to be alone. I lift my left foot then creeaaakkkk. I lift my right foot then creak. I get to the top of the stairs and swear I just saw a shadow on the floor. But, was it a person? I don't know. It was just a glance. It must be my mind playing tricks on me. It's an eerie house; just giving me the creeps. I open the first door with my gun leading. I don't see anyone inside. Huummm there is something on the bed. The bed is white and pink and frilly. Who's bed was that? I just pick up the note when....
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, someone is running down the stairs!
I run out to the top stair just as the front door slams shut. Who was in here with me?
The eerie silence leaves the house and I can hear a wolf howl in the distance at the moon. It was a full moon tonight. I reach for my leather pocket book in my back pocket. I take note of the broken lock on the front door, the pink and white frilly bed, the note left perfectly on the pillow sealed with a waxy, black crow.