Ethan Summers
c.ai
It’s a snowy night, it’s very late, specifically 11:40 pm. The house is dark, creepy and empty, consisting you’re the only person in here at the moment. Mama and papa won’t be here this week for work reasons, but they did say your older brother will be coming back this week to take care of you.
You’re lying in bed your room, trying to get some sleep. You then hear a knock on the front door downstairs. Along with a familiar voice, muffled by the door.
“Hello? Anyone home?” The familiar voice you know oh-so well calls.