The House is Silent

The house is so quiet, I can hear my own breath, and hear my heart beat very very fast. And then a creek creek creek from coming down the stairs. I see a black boot on the threshold that wasn't there before. But nothing was there, nothing was there, nothing was there. I reassured myself over and over and over and over. Nothing is there, nothing is there, nothing is there. The house is silent as I walk in. But then, I hear voices from upstairs. I was too scared to walk up the stairs, too frightend, I close my eyes to make the first step. The second. The third. The forth. The fifth. The sixth. The seventh. The eighth. The ninth. The tenth. The eleventh. The... twelfth. I was there. I looked to the right, and opened my eyes. But... nothing was there! The house was silent.