A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

56. 2 A.M., Again

“You’re done eating dinner in your room, you hear me?” Betsy said through Allen’s door. “No more woods, either. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but it ends tonight. I’m worried about you.” Her voice cracked during the last sentence.

There was no response. Until 2 A.M. rolled around, and Allen got out of bed. Betsy heard him walk down the stairs, and she followed, footsteps soft in the night. It was so quiet she could hear the clock tick tock all around her.