John B. Allen (MrBallen)

I'm laying there and I hear the sound on the wraparound porch.

And because I've now had one experience the first night, this feels the same.

And it defies everything we think we understand about how the way the world works, the way things work.

I was just instantly in that paralysis state that like so scared I can't move, like I'm dead.

And I'm looking up at this fucking knife that I can't even move my arm to get, you know?

And I'm laying there and I hear the footsteps on the porch.

I hear the door, it opens, the sleigh bells.

One other thing that I failed to mention in the first

uh night is another thing is as soon as the door opened and there were sleigh bells i also heard a pot fall to the linoleum floor that was the first night that did happen it happened again second night so it's like a mirror image it's the same thing happening two nights in a row like exactly the same and then i hear these loud footsteps as

I can like see it in my mind's eye as like walking through the house, the cabin, it stops, it turns and begins walking down the hallway towards our room.

And it's the same as the night before.

I know it's not one of Nick's brothers.

Like this is an intruder.

Like, I don't know what this is and I'm horrified.

The door opens up and again, it's this tall figure that walks into the room.

I see it's like hips, if you will, like through the slot of the bed above me and mine.

It's so tall, I can't see it.

It marches past me next to the bed.

And then again, same as the night before, you know, I'm praying it doesn't look at me and ruin my life.

It turns away from me and bows into Nick.