Thanks for Letting Me Out

I was babysitting at an old house. The kids were asleep, and I was cleaning the living room.

On the shelf, there was a small bottle of Diddy oil. Curious,

I opened it — a sweet, strange smell filled the air. Then I heard footsteps

upstairs. The kids’ room door creaked. I ran up… the room was empty.

The bottle was now on the bed. A note lay next to it: “Thanks for letting me out.”