“Okay, um... Hi sweetie, um, what are you doing here in my house?” I ask politely. “My mommy is at work and I was left home alone.” He states simply in a monotone voice. “Um okay, well, sweetie just so you know, it’s not okay to come into someone else’s house without asking or being invited in so um, next time could you wait for me to let you in please?” I ask smiling politely. He’s staring at me blankly and then starts looking all around. “Um, okay... What’s your name sweetie?” I ask watching him as he goes into the living room. I follow him and watch him carefully. He is eyeing my pictures of me and my family and my dog. “Sweetie? What’s your name?” I ask again. This time he looks at me, “Alex,” He says simply and goes to the stairs and starts climbing up them. He walks into Nick’s room and stares at him in his crib. “Is this your baby?” He asks looking at me and pointing to Nick. “Um yeah, that’s my baby. His name is Nick.” I say starting to get nervous. “Hey Alex, how about I take you home okay sweetie?” I say hoping he’ll agree. “Okay,” he says and walks back downstairs. I quickly grab Nick and run downstairs. Not wanting to leave Alex downstairs by himself in my house.
I put Nick in his car seat in the back of the car and buckle Alex into the front seat. I get in and buckle up myself and pull out of the driveway. “Where do you live Alex?” I ask him keeping my eyes on the road. “Just a little ways up the road,” he says. His monotone voice bothers me. He’s so weird. I automatically think as I go further down the road. “Wait! Right here,” he says pointing to a little shack. It looks extremely old and as if no one at all lives there. “Are you sure sweetie?” I ask completely unsure. How could he have walked from here to my house? It’s at least a mile. And this house was never here before. “I’m sure,” he says. “Alright,” I pull into the driveway and he unbuckles himself, thanks me for the ride, and enters his house. I sit there for a few minutes staring after him. The door is still open, but he’s no where in the door way. He’s upstairs looking out the window. His forehead pressed against the glass. Suddenly the door slams shut and I jump hitting my head on the ceiling of my car. “Ouch!” I yell rubbing my head. I back out of the driveway quickly and drive home.
When I get back to the house I take Nick back upstairs and put him back to bed. His window is open again and I’m feel a little freaked out. After closing the window once and going back downstairs to find a seven year old boy standing in my kitchen, I was hoping that after I close the window this time I won’t find either the same little boy in my house again or another small child. I close the window and check the room again. Nobody else is in the room. “This is so weird,” I think aloud. I go back downstairs and search my house. I find no other small child or Alex anywhere in my house. “Thank god,” I sigh in relief. I grab the phone and call mom. I wonder what she’ll think of the strange little boy......
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“So he was just standing there in your kitchen?” My mother asks me. “Yes!” I exclaim, “And he went all through my house looking at everything. It was creepy. Then he went in
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