>>11032853Landon shifts beside us groggy, and moans "keep it down, lovebirds, I'm trying to sleep." I tell Landon he's an idiot and that the man is outside, and he groans. Landon and Lee have their eyes shut, I think. Mine are opened to slits, and the room lights up again. That's when I notice it. The fucker is inside. I guess Landon didn't have his eyes shut, because we scream at the same time. Lee sits up, holding his buck knife. "Listen, we don't want trouble. Just leave us alone, don't make me do anything crazy."
The man is moving slowly forward, eyes glittering in the darkness, Lee staying still, unable to see in the darkness. The man opens and closes his mouth a couple times a in a choking growl says "Trouble. Trouble." His voice doesn't sound right, it gives me a sick, sinking feeling inside. It sounds like a scratchy record, maybe like a parrot or something. The room lights up again, and the man is nowhere to be see. Harris and the others are sitting up now, bewildered, Lee is on his feet pulling on a shirt.
"The fucker's in here!" he brandishes his knife around. "We need to leave!" My eyes are starting to adjust, and I see the shape of Ally tilt her head. "It's dark as shit and piss pouring rain."
Harris is on his feet now, reaching around in the darkness for a flashlight. "I think he's the one that needs to leave," he growls, and he makes his way to the kitchen, hatchet in hand. Lee follows closely behind, and, noticing they took all the weapons, the rest of us follow, Kathy sticking to me like glue. "This is what it wants," she mutters. "It's a game." We check the house, upstairs, every room, every closet, and we don't find anything. We all returned to the living room after that, trying to decide what to do. "It's gonna be morning soon." Harris says. "We'll leave as soon as the sun comes out."