We finished unpacking and I tried getting used to my new room. My Mom told me to go to bed. While looking for my pyjamas, I saw a nametag on the closet door, ‘Benny Tompson’ it read. My dad told me that the original owner’s child had died in my room. I went to bed.
3am. I heard a voice coming from the closet door.
“Join me, Tim.”
I went under my cover and looked up again. A boy with ragged clothes was staring at me with yellow, glowing eyes. He got closer and then disappeared.
9am. My room was covered in blood. I screamed when he appeared again. My mom ran in and grabbed my arm and we fled in the car. He is still in my head to this day.