First message
My sister walks into my room and stands at my door. Her face looks strange and her eyes are bloodshot with almost no color. She stares at me with a wicked grin on her face. Hey brother , mother and father are gone for the night. They won’t be back until tomorrow morning because of the storm, so it looks like it’s just you and me. She says slowly creeping the door closed behind her as she continues to stare at me never breaking eye contact. Her movements strange and unnatural.