Blocked

Ten

     I must've fell asleep after that. I woke up and couldn't remember much. It was pitch black in my room, which caught my eye. I looked to my right, at the clock on my bedside table. It was 12:17am. How could I have slept that long? It was only 1pm when I blocked Cameron's phone number. Eleven hours of sleep was ridiculous, especially for me. I usually barely slept at all. I must've been really tired.

     I sat up on the side of my bed, and wiped the sweat off my forehead. It wasn't warm in my room at all, so I had no idea why I was sweating.

     I stood up and walked over to the door, unlocking it and stepping out into the hallway. I immediately felt a rush of cold air hit me, it was too cold for the hallway.

     I suddenly heard the sound of a car passing by, and it was louder than it should be. I looked down the hall and noticed that the door to the guest room was still open a bit. I made my way down the hall and walked into the guest room. I looked around for a bit, and nothing seemed out of place.

     The bed was made, all the drawers in the dresser were closed. The closet door was closed, and the TV was off. Nothing unusual.

     Until I looked out the window, and noticed that it was open, the curtains whipping back and forth in the breeze. I walked over to the window and pushed it close, locking it.

     "People don't even know how to close a damn window in this house," I mumbled, and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I headed down the hall and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

     The whole house was dead silent, except for the sound of passing cars outside. 

     Sipping on the water, I leaned back against the kitchen counter and stared past the living room, out the front window. I suddenly saw a black shape pass in the corner of my eye. It almost made me drop the glass, but I composed myself and placed it on the counter.

     I walked out of the kitchen and around the corner, down the hall. I walked past Izzy's room, the bathroom, then Ben's room. At the end of the hallway was the door that led out into the garage. Everyone who comes here for the first time always assumes it's just a closet door, until they open it and find a garage.

     I walked up to the door and grabbed the handle, turning it. I must've forgotten' we always keep the garage door locked, unless someone is in there. So I unlocked the door, and opened it.

     Out of all the rooms in the house, the garage scared me the most. Other than dad's car, we usually treated it as a second attic, since the actual attic was already filled up with boxes and other junk.

     There were a lot of things covered in sheets in the garage. It was really spooky at night, to say the least.

     I suddenly heard something from behind me. Like the sound of someone passing in the hallway. No footsteps, but I could tell someone was there.

     "Alright, it's not funny anymore," I said, turning around. No one was there.

     My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the hallway, and I could see that it was completely empty.

     Was it possible my house is haunted?

     I shut that thought out of my mind and closed the garage door, locking it. I then speed-walked through the hallway, past the kitchen and up the stairs. I walked past dad's room, hearing the faint sounds of him snoring. That crossed him off the list. And I know it couldn't have been Izzy. She couldn't remain quiet if her life depended on it.

     That left Ben.

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