My family and I were living in a big house. I always knew that there was something strange about this house. For example, I saw a bald man standing in the cellar once. I was 4, so I didn't pay attention to that.
My father died when I was 8. My mom told me that he never left, that his soul was still between us. Of course it was hard to believe. My father had left this world, it was the truth. As sad as it can be.
10 years later, I was sleeping peacefully in my bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. My room was so dark, but I could see the little boy dressed in a white robe standing in front of my bed. He had dark hair and pale skin.
He didn't seem evil or creepy, so I wasn't scared. I got off from my bed to ask him who he was, but he ran.
I don't know what's the strangest thing. The fact that he went straight to the bathroom or the fact that he didn't need to open the door. I was more curious than afraid. I wanted to open this freaking door and see what was going on in this bathroom. My heart was beating so fast.
I was about to open the door when I heard a familiar voice, my dad's, saying: "Do not enter, dear."
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