Feet At The Door Crack

Synopsis

That night, Leo Bennett suddenly asked, "Mom, can I sleep in your room tonight?" I didn't think much of it and agreed. At three in the morning, I felt something was wrong behind me. Waves of coldness kept crawling up my spine. I slowly turned over. By the moonlight outside the window, I saw Leo's eyes wide open, staring at the door. His forehead was drenched in cold sweat. I followed his gaze, my heart pounding. In the crack of the door, there was a pair of feet. Just as I wanted to scream, Leo covered my mouth tightly. He leaned close, trembling, and whispered into my ear. Chills shot down my spine. I was almost scared to death. It turned out that that day was not the first time he had seen it.