It's a cold and rainy night. My parents have already left for their date.
Though I kind of enjoy the peace and quiet 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, I 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.
In fact, I saw no signs of glass shards anywhere. I didn't bring any dishes in my room, the lamp, my window, and my phone were still intact.
That meant only one thing:
It's still inside the house.
