Jackson raced upstairs, and went back into hiding. All throughout the house he could hear tapping noises and footsteps. Suddenly, all fell silent again. Jackson perked up in bed, craning his neck towards the door listening for more mysterious noises.
Silence. And then crying.
“He-hello?” Jackson called out.
All he got in reply was louder harder sobbing.
Jackson manned up and crept out into the hallway. No signs of life were in view. He flicked the light switch to turn on the lights of the stairway. And then he flicked it again, and again. The lights never came on. Jackson’s legs turned to jell-o, and he crumbled to the floor allowing a tear from each eye to drip down his cheeks.
The sobbing became even louder now, and for the first time Jackson recognized it as a woman’s voice. “Sweetie?” He called out in hopes that it was a harmless little girl.
The sobbing paused, and then, “Sweetie?”
“Who’s th-there?”
“Sweetie!”
Jackson retreated into his room, peaking around the edge of the door.
“Sweetie!” The voice called louder.
From around the door, Jackson saw a voluptuous sexy young woman appear at the bottom of the stairs.
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