(This is not my story, but is a true account)
I was home alone on a Tuesday afternoon, sitting upstairs in my bedroom. My parents had left about an hour prior to go grocery shopping about 20 minutes away, so I had the house to myself for at least an hour. The house was silent except for the sound of rain. Suddenly I heard the front door open downstairs, followed by the familiar rustle of plastic grocery bags. My mother’s voice called out from the bottom of the stairs. It was clear, loud, and unmistakable. “Sweetie, can you come down here and help me carry these groceries in from the car?” “Yeah, coming!" I replied. I closed my laptop, slid out of bed, and walked into the hallway. As I reached the top of the stairs, I stopped in my tracks. An intense wave of goosebumps hit my arms, and the air felt freezing cold. My phone buzzed in my pocket..(1/2)
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