Marsha’s Reviews > Creepy Kid > Status Update

Slowly, somehow unable to resist, I move closer. Listening. Waiting. In the living room, my parents are still debating organizational strategies, but over their arguing I can hear that rattling sound coming again from under the crack int he door. The air is cold here, even colder than in Bootsie's crypt--even colder than it was in my new bedroom--and I can sense something on the other side.