Sitting in the middle of my friends dark, cold, silent house is insanely nerve wracking. I don't want to put on any music in case I hear something, I don't want to miss anything. Every little bump and sound is like a fucking orchestra around here. I remember when it used to be loud around here, it was noisey, laughing, joking. I wonder where Justin is now. I hope he's all right.
I don't know why I wanted to come here at night, but
Hang on, I just heard something coming from the backyard...gonna go check it out.