Sleep did not come to me easily that night in the cabin in the woods for the portraits on the wall only portrayed the deformed, the decrepit and the damned. Sleep has never come easily to me ever again, for when I had woke I found no portraits, only windows.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don’t have a sister.
Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying „Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.“