John B. Allen (MrBallen)

Like I can hear like a thump with each step.

i'm telling myself it has to be one of the next brothers that's all that's all it can be there's no other explanation here because any alternative is awful there's no other good alternative and so the footsteps are moving and i and i had this weird thought that i can only describe this way it was almost like i could see in my mind's eye where they were in the house whoever whatever this was it was like i was intimately aware probably because i was having like a

fight or flight reaction and my brain was going crazy.

It was like with every step, it was like I could see the feet like moving exactly where they were in the cabin.

And I could tell as the footsteps, you know, hard stomped through the cabin, they stopped and I knew they were stopping right at the point where you would turn and you would, if you wanted to, you'd walk down the hallway that led to us.

There's no other, once you'd come down this hallway, we're the only room that's left, right?

And so I'm picturing in my mind, like, okay, this has got to be Nick's brother, but like, what's going on here?

Why do I have this weird thought about this?

The footsteps stop at that point and they turn and they begin walking down the hallway towards our room.

Our door's shut.

It's pitch dark beyond the little red light in the room.

And I, at this point, I'm starting to wonder like, okay, I don't know if this could be Nick's brother.

This just, this feels awkward.

It feels wrong.

The door's not shut.

Like,

What's up with these footsteps being this loud?

Is this an intruder?

Is it a predator?

I don't know.