The psalms will never call me again.


As I was going downstairs to wash my face I noticed that the closet near the sink was open. I closed it and proceeded to wash my face. In the midst of splashing water upon my face I noticed that the closet door was open again, by the way, the closet was not that big and it has partitions, and we do not usually hang clothes there but rather we put our hankies, towels, and all the other small bathroom things. So there, when I faced the closet I saw a pale child looking at me and before I could even do anything he grinned and quickly shuts the closet door. The next thing I did is what anyone would do in that situation. I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and made myself a peanut butter sandwich. and it was good.