In my house, it is silent. Scary silent. That's because everyone's doing their own thing, quietly. My parents could be reading, writing, or whatever. Same thing with me. The only noise is from the T.V, which is sometimes put on low. I liked to hang out in my uncle's room. He was cool, and told me cool facts. Like this and that and this. But, uh, things got weird after a while. He started 'luring' me into his room more often. He started to stare at me, watching me going into the bathroom. From his room, his door was cracked a bit.
