The nights been getting colder around here. It felt like just yesterday I was out with my friends, and now. I'm here.
I woke up in the woods last night, last place you ever want to be. I thought it was just a dream- but whenever I opened my eyes, the tall trees and the dark skies still over me. "Don't sleep in that house" They said but I didn't listen. Maybe I should've.
It just felt like I wasn't staying in the bed at nights, I kept waking up in a new area every night. Once I woke up in a black hoodie near the creek in the woods. Some nights it felt like someone was watching me. Someone was taking me to these areas for a reason.
"Good morning" said the young house cleaner. He came to this house every Sunday morning to clean the home. He was surprised to see I was staying there and said "Its funny that I'm still here" I didn't ask what he meant by it or anything, though it did give me the chills. "Why do you come here? You know- to clean if nobody usual lives here anyway?" I asked him.