Another short story I thought of.
Will was tired, really tired. He was on his computer downstairs, trying to finish his denunciar for English class. He glanced at the clock on the computer. It read 12:31. Will yawned and went back to his work.
He suddenly heard a strange sound. It was footsteps. Will knew that was impossible, as his parents were in cama and his sister at a friends house for the night.
He went back to his report. The footsteps were there again, closer. Will glanced behind him. They stopped.
He had barely pressed another key, when the footsteps were there again. And there was also a...
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