He sat there, perusing the old magazines stacked on the floor by the commode, and wished he hadn't left his phone on his desk. That's when he heard it, the creaking on the stairs like footsteps approaching, in what he thought was, aside from himself, an otherwise empty old house?
The creaking sounds seemed to be coming down the stairs. As Buster sat there, a wad of toilet paper in his hand, a feeling of apprehension came over him. "What is in my house?" he thought to himself.
He sat there, perusing the old magazines stacked on the floor by the commode, and wished he hadn't left his phone on his desk. That's when he heard it, the creaking on the stairs like footsteps approaching, in what he thought was, aside from himself, an otherwise empty old house?
The creaking sounds seemed to be coming down the stairs. As Buster sat there, a wad of toilet paper in his hand, a feeling of apprehension came over him. "What is in my house?" he thought to himself.
The creaking on the stairs suddenly stops and the house becomes eerily quiet.