"i'm scared" i said to kamil while looking out the back door, "you should be" he replied and then he turned away quickly. realizing what was about to happen - "no! i want to take the picture!" i shouted and we both made mad dashes for our cameras. meanwhile, hayden saw us running upstairs to the balcony, cameras at our side, and ran after his camera as well. a tornado never came, but boy did it look spooky out.

while heading back downstairs i heard an odd grumbling noise. i couldn't get down those stairs fast enough. i didn't want to scare hayden so i tried to talk in code. kamil i think our house is h - a - u - n - t - e - d, spelling out the word. the more nonsense i said the more annoyed kamil grew, but really i knew deep down i was starting to scare the shit out of him. i told him i heard a growling noise up there and he told me it was the wind coming in from the half open window in his studio. bs, i'm not buying it. i told him about the time i was talking on the phone while sitting on the back steps late at night and i thought i heard someone kicking. like someone trying to get out in a bad way. not a moment passed when we heard a faint knocking sound, did you hear that? kamil said and i thought to myself holy shit. i don't know how long it's been exactly but every night around the same time, usually around 9 p.m, i hear the same exact knocking noise and i've never been able to figure out what it is. "it's our neighbors coming home from work" kamil said. bs again, none of our neighbors our coming home at that time from work. and what it really is, is the time the people that used to live here but are now dead, gross and scary came home from work!!! i'm so outta here. i can't believe i am actually sitting here alone in this house when there are dead people upstairs.

why is the dog not barking? oh ... did you feel that? that, right there? that cold draft? did someone adjust the thermostat?