You slowly take the few steps towards the archway into the kitchen.
Nothing was there, you keep looking around. You check behind you again, nothing. Your eyes dart towards the pans that start moving.
"Hello?" You call.
You hear nothing.
You sigh, maybe he had a pet? You hoped he had a pet.
You have a couple final peaks before creeping back up the stairs, you warily look either side of the hall before entering the room you were staying in.
You open the door and quickly shut it.
You felt off. Something felt off.
You swipe your arm behind you, nothing. You turn, nothing.
Again, too many horror films.
You creep over and jump back into bed.
You keep your eyes looking around the room, something or someone was definitely in this house with you. And it wasn't bill.
You close your eyes. You feel yourself drifting. Birds start chirping.
Was it already that time?
You sigh, sunlight slightly pours Through the dusty windows.
You roll over.
Finally, peace. You must of been hearing things.
You let out a breath slowly and feel your body relax.
You hear rustling. Nevermind. You weren't hearing things.
You gulp, and slowly open your eyes. Nothing. You roll over. There stood a tall figure beside the door.
You didn't scream, you simply sat up against the frame of the bed.
"H-hello?" You ask, shaking already.
No response. Then it's eyes open.
They were glowing a bright orange.