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"Do you feel it too?" My sister asks me.
She's asking if I feel watched, the way she does, when she goes in certain rooms of the house.
"Have you heard the noises?" One of the twins asks.
He hears things in the night, he says, and all three of them nod, affirming.
I do.
I hear the thuds, the bangs, and those creaks, the ones that sound when someone walks across the floor.
They're too heavy for normal settling noises.
They've always been scared of the silliest things.
But I wonder, if I know there's something else there, then why doesn't it scare me?
I do.
I feel watched,, whenever I'm in the kitchen. Or as I pass by our big sliding glass doors.
But I'm not scared. I even feel safe.
I wonder, why that is. What makes me so different.
Why do I feel at home in the dark?
