Zoey POV
I finally can sleep in my own bed. The door opened.
I quickly jumped under My bed as I heard stomping. I have another plan. But I will have to wait until he leaves. I can hear him taking our stuff out. We walks in the room I'm in.
Hold your breath Zoey. I tell myself.
Once the man left the house, I had a great plan to scare him. I'm guessing he got over the piece of paper I wrote on. This time, I took an old red marker from under the bed and walked in the bathroom. I wrote on the mirror:
Still here, huh? Me too. Just know that since you didn't do anything to try to bring us zombies back, I will haunt this house. And if you move than I will haunt YOU!
-blood from zombie that once lived here.
I quickly hid the evidence under my bed and waited patiently. Well I waited, I dug a tiny hole in the wall to see his reaction.
~hours later~
The door opened and slammed as he stomped through the house. Grabbing things and throwing them. Finally he stomped into the bathroom. He looked at the mirror in shock. Finally he yelled:
"WHO'S IN HERE!"