Mason
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
That was when I started crying.
Not loud.
Not sobbing.
Just tears running down my face while I stood there uselessly with my phone in my hand.
I wasn't thinking about ghosts or monsters.
I was thinking about how thin the door looked.
It was just wood and glass and a cheap lock.
I was thinking about the fact that the shotgun was in the bedroom closet, and I was in the kitchen.
I was thinking about how the nearest neighbor was probably too far away to hear anything.
I moved slowly toward the hallway.
The dogs didn't follow at first.
I whispered for them, but they stayed hidden.
I didn't want to leave them, but I also wasn't going to stand there by the door while that thing copied Carla.
The second I stepped into the hallway, the back door shook hard.
Not a knock.
A slam.
The whole frame jumped, and the blinds over the kitchen window rattled.
Roscoe yelped.
Duke barked once, sharp and panicked, then went quiet again.
This time he answered.