I sat up in the darkness of my room, frightened. Some noise from the land
of the waking had jolted me out of , Groggy, I reached
across to the , turning my alarm clock towards my face. The dim
numbers read 3 am, and I groaned. So much far a good night' s sleep.
Forgetting what had woken me, I rolled over' and settled back into
eym: sheyut there itwas again. A thump from the attic above me, loud and
deliberate. There was another. It sounded as though someone (tor surely it
was a person, no house settles in a manner so resembling footsteps) was
attempting to make me aware onhis presence, almost toying with me- I
bolted upright, adrenaline pumping. Someone was in my house.
The thumping stopped somewhere above my closet. Slowly I stood up in
darkness of my room, the illumination of the alarm clock extending no
further than the nightstand upon which it sat. Slowly I worked my way out
of my room and down the hall, heading for the storage closet, and grabbed
my old bat. I retreated down the hall to stare, waiting, at the into
the attic, Whoever the intruder was, he wasn' t going anywhere.
I held my breath, waiting for any noise, any sign ofline. Nothing. Heart
racing. I slowly approached and pulled down the ladder. The light was on
in the attic. I wasn' t sure if I' d left ifthat way. I climbed up as quietly as I
eould and peeked into the room, only to be confronted withint/ hint),
Nothing there at all. Just the old crap I' d left up in storage. I sighed,
relieved. I must' been imagining things. It' s easy to convince yourself
you' re hearing things when you' re alone in the dark. Laughing, I shut off
the lights behind me and went to lie down.
I closed my eyes, thinking on how ridiculous I' d been. Thumpthump, Closer
now. Justas loud as I' d heard it before, closer now to the ernter of the
room. clumped out of bed, less frightened than angry, and rushed up the
ladder, bat in hand- I kicked boxes, swung at shadows and old
clothing. Nothing. There was no one there. I rubbed at my temples,
climbing down the ladder and back towards my room. Too much stress at
work. Must be imagining things. Maybe I' d take the day off tomorrow-
I felt strange as I approached my door. A sense of dread washed through
me and I hesitated, hand outstretched towards the doorknob. I groaned. I
was being stupid, I' d probably feel better after I got some sleep. Fingers
rubbing the bridge of my nose. I blindly flicked on the and
made my way towards my bed. I slumped down onto the edge, rubbing my
eyes. So tired. Had to stop being paranoid.
clerked my hands away from my face, whipping around to glare once more
towards the with the light on, I eould see it. A grotesque
mockery of the human form, bent and twisted, head facing the wrong way,
empty where eyes should have been. Slowly, deliberately, it lifted
a hand. It grinned as it slapped it down with a thump, dragging itself closer
I give a panicked laugh as it smashes the bare bulb that is my only CAM. " Ge
of light, shrouding the room in darkness. I' m not insane. How eould I have
stealks on ceilings.