INWhen I was younger, my family and I lived in an apartment in El Paso. Every night my little sister would go around talking to a guy named Bob. She told us Bob lived here, but I thought it was just her imagination. Then, very delayed at night, I heard voices. My little sister was sitting by the closet talking to a man, or at least that's what the voice sounded like. It was so terrifying that I left the lithe on every night until the fear disappeared.
A few days later, my parents kept seeing the man's shadow in the hallway. Then at 3 a.m. we heard a knock on the front door. Dad decided to stay up and see who was knocking on the door. He heard a knock on the door, but no one was there. It was terrifying because we didn't know who or what was attacking. It also got worse when my sister was talking to Bob and she started raving.
My parents just decided to move and we bought a recent house. I don't know who lives there now, I'm just glad I left. I really don't like the fact that my sister named the gigantic teddy bear Bob.
