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I go upstairs to get water and just grab my book and my mom walks in as I’m leaving and asks
“what are you doing up here?”
And me knowing she’s probably not going to believe me because there’s water bottles downstairs am glad that Ivy saw me.
“I’m just getting water” I respond
“water, that all?”
I didn’t want to tell her about the book because then I know that she’d probably figure out that I stay up reading and that’s why I’m so tired in the mornings, so I don’t.
“Yea, just filling my water bottle” I say holding out my filled bottle to emphasize my point.
“Ivy can vouch for me if you don’t believe me, she saw me” I say hoping that satisfies her.
“Ivy? That’s impossible I just got her to sleep” she says eyeing me suspiciously.
“What? but I just saw her in the deck window…” then I realize that I saw her outside the deck window, why the frick would my 9 year old sister be out on the deck at 12:30 am? Me and my mom then simultaneously remember all the weird creepy stuff that’s been happening to us recently. Our doorbell ringing at 3 am when it hasn’t worked in years, footsteps upstairs when I’m home alone. Creaks and squeaks and sounds that aren’t normally there…all happening after that trip up to our old summer cabin. We look at each other in horror as we remember that the cabin next to ours had had multiple sightings of a little girl around 9 years old that was known to be dead appearing around there. Suddenly all the noises and things that we played off as gravity and old floorboards didn’t seem that way anymore.
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