John B. Allen (MrBallen)

And so I'm laying there and sure enough, it's like three in the morning and I hear those fucking steps on the wraparound porch.

And it's like, I'm losing my mind.

Like, I don't even know.

There's no way to react to this.

This is awful.

And so I'm terrified, I'm looking at my stupid knife and the door, it opens, I hear the sleigh bells, the pot falls, the linoleum, it's the third night in a row.

This is like crazy.

The footsteps come into the cabin, but this night something new happens.

when the footsteps reached that point where they would turn and come down the hallway to where our bedroom was, instead of that, they kept walking to the very back of the first floor of the cabin.

And again, it's almost like in my mind's eye, I could like see exactly where they were moving in the house based on how loud the thumps were or whatever.

And it was really actually surprisingly way more terrifying when I figured out or when I could sense here that this thing was not gonna be following the pattern.

You know, as awful as the pattern was, come into the room, bowing to Nick and I'm terrified all night.

I didn't die at the end of it.

Like things were contained, but now it's like something new is happening.

And it suddenly was like, this thing has the capacity to like sink into the ground.

Like what's going on here?

And so the footsteps go past that turn point and it goes to the very back of the first floor and there's a pause.

And then I hear the footsteps going up the stairs to the second floor where Nick's mom is.

And so I hear the footsteps, and it's basically right above us.

And at a certain point, the footsteps just stop.