It's a cold and rainy night. My parents have already left for their date.
Though I kind of enjoy the peace in the house. I get to watch TV all night. It's pretty fun.
Oh yeah, I'm Pete by the way. Not that it matters anyway.
Well, one night, my parents left as usual and left me alone again. However, while I was watching my favorite show, I heard the sound of glass shattering in my room.
I was creeped out like hell, so I reached for my phone. But I forgot to bring it with me to the living room.
Out of all the places it could've been in, it was in my room. The very room where I heard glass shatter.
I sighed. Here I go. I grabbed the baseball bat my dad gave me last Christmas and started walking towards my room.
The echoes of my footsteps creeped me out even more. As I approached my room I heard heavy breathing.
This guy must be worried that his cover might be blown, so I opened the door and yelled: " COME AT ME YOU-"
The lights turned on and my parents were there, holding a big birthday cake. Written on the top was "Happy Birthday!"
A big wave of relief washed over me, and I gave both my parents a big old hug.
We cut the cake, and I asked them what they broke inside my room.
They asked what I was talking about when they didn't break anything inside.
I saw no signs of glass shards anywhere. I didn't bring any dishes in my room, the lamp, my window, and my phone was still intact.
That meant only one thing:
It's still inside the house.
