And now there’s a shadow in my kitchen, and some weird shit in my backyard, not to mention my boyfriend’s missing.
When I scouted out the creature I rejoiced. The devilish shadows loomed beneath that door. The clock stopped.
The ghosts or demons or whatever can fucking deal with it.
I prayed to God it wasn’t my landlord.
“You’re the only one who can save us!”
I wish I could charge these guys rent.