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Around midnight I heard a knock on my bedroom door. At first I thought I had just imagined it but then it came again and for a few seconds I was flooded with thoughts of a ghost doing that because everyone was sleeping right now and it was dark and quiet around so it did spook me out.

I got out of bed and slowly twisted the door knob open, mimicking the way the actors in horror movies do because sometimes I get this sick enjoyment in imagining myself in that role, doing all the things I scream at the actors to not do.

I saw a figure right in front of me when I opened the door. In the dark I couldn't see his face but I instantly knew it was Ethan. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ethan, what're you doing here?"

He didn't say anything and then he leaned forward, his head rested on my shoulder and I felt his weight falling on me. I instantly held him so we wouldn't fall down.

"What's wrong?" I asked and then I was met with the smell of alcohol. I didn't know Ethan drank.