John B. Allen (MrBallen)

Let's, let's chat.

Let's meet, you know, like he's not going to do that, but that's all I'm thinking.

I'm like, all right, just do your best, like a sleep impression.

And so I'm sitting there, and I hear these footsteps.

And they're out on the porch, which is elevated off the grounds.

It's pretty echoey, and it's silent in the house beyond that.

And so the footsteps, they stop outside the door, the door that leads into the kitchen and the living room.

And I hear the door open and I can hear the sound of the sleigh bells on the door ringing.

So it makes sense.

The door is opening.

He's here.

And the first thing that I noticed that seemed off was I didn't hear the door shut again.

I just heard it open.

And the footsteps, when they're out on the wraparound porch, that is an elevated wooden platform, makes sense that they would like echo in a sense, or that you would hear them.

The cabin is not echoey.

There's shag carpet and it's like cement slab.

You don't hear people's footsteps.

But when the footsteps came into the cabin, I continued to hear them like they were echoing, almost like they were out on the wraparound porch.

And so footsteps, wraparound porch, the door opens, the sleigh bells, the footsteps come into the cabin and they're like echoing through, echo's not even the right word.

They're loud.