There's one thing specifically I really hate about my house. Despite the old building that shows some cracks here and there on the wall, I mostly hate the bathroom. There is this one big hole on the ceiling that shows the dark and creepy attic. Not a single person try to fix it, because it's used as an air circulation, too.
I never feel save inside, to take a bath even. Until today, but I'm starting to get use to it.
There are times when I need to pee in the middle of the night, I wil try hard not to look up because I'm too afraid of what might appear up there. I imagine a lot of things, but there's this one specific image that often shows in my mind. There is this dark face, with an evil wide smirk from ear to ear. Who stay still, looking at me with that bulging white eyes from above.
Of course I never find it. I start to think that I'm too paranoid and it bothers me. So I learn to ignore my fear. Everytime my mind start to wander, I will look up on purpose just to prove that he's not there. That creepy face with an evil smirk is not there.
One night, when I'm having my pee time, I heard water dripping from the attic. That moment, I couldn't even dare myself to look up. Afraid of what I've been thinking this whole time is true. I finished my business quickly then ran out of the bathroom.
No one believe my story... yeah, of course. They just shoved it away, said that maybe it's raining outside and there's some leak on the roof. While I'm pretty sure, it's summer and not a single rain even dropped outside. Everything to shut my mouth up, I guess.
I have a sister, she's twelve years older than me. That night, she just got home from work and decided to take a shower. It was pretty late and everyone was getting ready to have some sleep. While I'm concentrating on my assignment.
Suddenly I heard my sister scream. Such an eerie voice that creeps the shit out of me. My heart beat really fast and I had this bad feeling. But it seemed like no one even notice. So I told my brother about it, he just shrugged and said, "A cockroach, maybe? Ignore her."
But I still afraid of what might had happened, because her scream only occured for a few seconds before it got silent. As if nothing was inside the bathroom. I worried, waiting for my sister to finish her bath and got out. Thirty minutes later, and she's still there. Okay, maybe I was just freaking out, thirty minutes is a decent time to enjoy your shower, right?
Wait, one more odd things, when I said "silent"... actually I could hear the water pouring from the shower. But not a single activitiy happened. You know when you have to stop the water to apply some soap and stuff. No, the sounds was stagnant.
Two hours later, people started to panic because my sister still hadn't gotten out. They knocked the door, with no response. One by one started to smash the door. And when they finally broke in, I just can't forget what I saw that night until today.
My sister lay dead on the floor with a pool of blood and water still poured from the shower. Her body had been skinned so I could see her red, bloody flesh and two bulging white eyes.
No one even realized, that when I looked up. There he was, the man who's always been live in my attic. He had the creepiest smirk I'd ever seen in my whole life. He stared at me still, and he had this disgusting blood stain on his mouth and blood still drippin. It happened slowly before he disappeared into the darkness.
This time, I keep my mouth shut to myself. Because, who would believe me anyway?