I sat my knife back down onto the desk; I swear I heard someone, or something, stirring around the outskirts of my room. The floorboards creaked as I slowly stepped away, this old house really gives me the creeps sometimes, why couldnt mum have been normal and given me a room with carpet? Floorboards really annoy me.
But then again, I suppose it doesnt really make a difference, no matter what the floor is made of; the stupid thing still makes noises, I hate it. I took a few more steps and slowly leant onto my bed, just my luck, it squeaked, and below that I heard the floorboards again.
I jumped as the floorboards creaked and echoed down the hallway, the vibrations caused books to tip over, and eventually, one to fall to the floor. Cackles echoed down the hall, over the top of the floorboard creaks, I was now more worried than ever.
Being home alone had never been the same since we moved in last week; things got pretty bad, but today had been quite easily the worst. The house had always sounded like it was haunted; but honestly, I think Ive started going insane. Mum agrees with me going insane, she says shes never heard anything, but at the same time Im coiled up in bed fearing the worst, so Im leaning towards the insane side of things.
The floorboards underneath the bed squeaked, and the bed slowly leaned over in one direction. The bed suddenly snapped through one of the floorboards, the bed tilted, and I rolled into the wall. The cackles echoed down the hallway, even louder than before.
It took me a minute to get up onto my feet. I attempted to lift the bed out of the hole in the floorboards; I didnt think the bed was so heavy. I gave up when I heard tapping on my window; I moved the curtains to see what was there. I was more curious than scared.
At first it seemed like nothing was there, thats when I noticed the icy writing in the corner. Hello Ethan
it read, I shivered with fear. And from there, things only got worse, the icy text disappeared and turned into a icy blue mist, the mist slowly began to make shapes, eventually revealing itself to be some kind of ghostly-figure.
The mist lifted its head slightly; its eyes came into contact with mine, a bright fire-like glow boiled in its eyes. It screamed loudly, the pitch slowly increased, reflexes kicked in and I covered my ears. I dropped to the floor, in attempt to make the pain go away. Slowly it worked, and I was able to stand on my feet again. I looked back out the window; the mist flickered like a broken light. It slowly faded into the fog surrounding the house, hidden from view.
Ive started to hope that this is all just a nightmare, but it hurts too much, it cant be. I sat down against the wall, just below the window. I curled my legs into my chest and held them tight. I felt as if no one could get me this way, they couldnt see me through the window; they dont have to know Im here.
If I hadnt started going insane before, Im definitely insane now, things just seem so real, but no one else knows things like this exist, I must be. I thought no one could get me here that was until I heard thuds against the floorboards down the hallway. Each thud got louder and louder, and I slowly moved further away from the entrance to my room.
The thuds got too loud to bear; I reached for my knife and stood up. Thats when something else burst through the door. It looked like any normal person, except hed just had a wild night out, his clothes were cut up and torn to pieces, his hair was a mess, and he smelt of puke, it wasnt an attractive sight.
I clenched my knife tightly, took a big swing and threw it at the person running towards me, it was a good shot, but one thing didnt seem right. The knife flew straight through his head, but it kept going, the person disintegrated and the knife stuck into the wall.
