John B. Allen (MrBallen)

And I spent the rest of the night laying there, looking up at the bunk above me, waiting for this entity to float through the ceiling and like come down to me.

Because it bowed into the ground the day before.

So it's like all night, I'm just laying there so scared.

This is the worst night of the three.

I didn't hear any more sounds after that.

At a certain point, I must have dozed off again because it's like I'm on fumes at this point.

I wake up, it's super early, earlier than the past two mornings I had gotten up, it's probably four in the morning, and Nick and Wolf are still asleep in their bed.

It's still pretty dark, but I can hear something out in the living space.

And it sounded like Nick's mom, and it sounded like she was crying.

Frankly, didn't fucking care, just wanted to leave.

Got out of bed and I went out there and it was like, I'm not even looking for explanations.

I'm not looking to talk about this.

I can just be done.

I can go out here and we can just leave.

And I go out of the hallway and I look over to the kitchen where I expect her to be.

And she's not there.

She's over on the stairs, like leading up to the second floor.

And she's definitely crying.

And I look over at her and before I can ask anything, she just goes, John, come here.

And she's standing over that coffee table that we had put at the foot of the stairs the day before.