I hear it again.
Those heavy footsteps upon the squeaky floorboards. It starts at the one end of the hallway and stops where my room is.
It’s been a week now and I am now more curious than frightened. I feel this insane need to see who it is
I slowly get out of bed, with shaky hands and slowly open the door.
I instantly freeze.
Standing there, is a shadowy pale figure that looks just like me.
The figure bends and now whispers into my ear.
“Thomas, you’re dead”.
I finally remember the accident.