I looked around before stepping on the property, to be sure I wasn’t been watched, the last thing I wanted was be charged for trespassing. To be sure I was not trespassing, I knocked on the door a couple of times,
I was not one to believe in spiritualism and the existence of paranormal activities, but here I was with Goosebumps and hairs on end, perhaps
“Show yourself you coward!” I shouted, brandishing the knife and waving it around. An eerie laughter of a child came from behind me, I turned round
“Naughty-Naughty peek-a-boo, it’s Christmas!” The bloodied child said as it came closer with outstretched arms, and a blood-curdling laughter.