When I was little, my mom used to go to work and so did my dad, so I would stay home alone. One day, while I was playing in my room, I thought I heard my mother calling my name. I went to check, but there was no one there. I got a bit scared, but since I was a kid, I thought it was just my imagination and went back to playing.
Suddenly, I heard my name again. I went to check in case my mom had come back, but she hadn’t. That’s when I started to get really scared, though I tried not to think much of it. When I went back to my room, I began hearing noises outside in the yard — like something scratching or hitting the window. From that moment on, I just tried to distract myself by playing until my mom came home.
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