I'm pretty sure I'm in a horror movie right now.
It's dark and raining outside. I'm sitting on the floor with Spencer in my lap while Audrey looks around the room through a translucent green noise-making toy. She looks suddenly afraid and starts babbling something about "the creepers." I ask her to slow down and tell me what's wrong.
"The creepers," she says, frightened. "The creepers are here."
"Creepers?" I ask, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"The creepers are here. They're right behind you, Mama. THEY'RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU."I instinctively turn around but nothing is there.W...T...F...?
Beth says: I LOVE CREEPY STORIES LIKE THIS.