Day 3:
September 15, 2012 (9:20 PM)
Starting at a new school always ends up terrible. Not to mention I came during the middle of my senior year. I came home this afternoon with packets of homework, so I could study and catch up to everyone else. Being the new kid, I sat by myself at lunch and made one new friend. Well, I guess were friends now since she started talking to me in Economics.
There was a knock on my door. I look up and my dad is smiling in the doorway. "So, how's everything?"
"Great-t-t-t!" I say sarcastically. "Just doing homework" I reply, pointing to the stack of packets.
"It's your first day and you're given all this?!" he says, walking over and flipping through the pages.
"I have to catch up on what's going on"
"Well, don't stay up too late" he say, laying the papers down and kissing me on the forehead, before leaving.
I sit up on my bed and sigh. Looking at all the paperwork, it seems like it keeps multiplying after I finish one set. I decide to just stop for the night before my brain explodes. I get up and walk downstairs to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pop open a Sprite. I take a long swig before closing the fridge door. I browse through the cabinets for anything to snack on. Ethan walks in as I give up looking and just grab an apple from the basket.
"What are you doing?" he asks, opening the fridge and pulling out a Coke.
I raise my apple to him, before taking a small bite. "If you're looking for food, there's none. Were going to have to go grocery shopping tomorrow"
He sighs loudly and slams the fridge set. I was about to walk back up stairs when a cold gust of wind flows by, lifting my hair slighty. I turn to my brother quickly.
"Did you feel that?"
"Feel wh..." he doesn't get to finsih his sentence before the lights start flickering.
"What's going on?" I ask, widening my eyes at him.
We both look at the light as it rapidly turns on and off. After a few second the light turns off completely. Ethan walks over to the light switch and starts flipping it up and down. A cold gust of wind flows by again and I turn around qickly.
"Did you feel that?!" I yell.
No reply from Ethan. All of the sudden the light brightens and the bulb explodes. I scream as shattered glass falls to the floor.
"What's wrong?!" my dad yells, racing down the stairs.
"Be careful!" I say, before he zooms in. "The light bulb exploded..."
My father looks to the light than to the floor at the broken pieces. "Must of been an electrical surge"
I look to my brother who's bleeding. "Ethan your arm is bleeding!"
He looks to his arm and noticed the gash dripping red. "Come on, go upstairs and clean that up while I pick up the glass" my dad says.
Ethan tip toes over the shards and we run upstairs.
(3:14 AM)
I wake up from a nightmare. My body drenched in sweat. I sit up in my bed and push the covers off. I sit there for a moment thinking back to the dream. I couldn't remember everything, just bits and pieces. I remember my mom laying in bed at our old house taking a nap. It's like I was there, but in spirit. I had a birds-eye view. As she was sleeping I noticed a dark mist. It started flowing slowly towards her. I cried out, but she couldn't hear me. I watched as the darkness enveloped her body. It started to rasie her from the bed. My mother suddenly woke up in mid-air, screaming. After that I don't remember anything.
I start to get up from the bed, when I hear the sound of footsteps above me. It was happening again. The loud thud of feet walking around. I stared up at the ceiling. My eyes darted around as I tried to pin-point the sound each time I heard it. I grabbed my phone off the end table and shined the light around the room. The footsteps stopped. It felt as if my mind was playing tricks on me. Maybe I wasn't hearing anything. I went to the bathroom and flipping the switch. Just as I was about to go in I heard a knock at my door. As I walked to the door the knocking got louder.
"I'm coming..." I say, as I turn the knob and open the door.
There was no one there. I peek out the doorway and look down the hallway. Both my dad and brother's doors were closed. It was silent. I shock it off and closed the door. As I walked back to the bathroom, the knocking sound commenced again. I was scared, I didn't want to open the door again. I slowly walked over to the door. Once I was in front of it the knocking halted. I stood there for a moment before calmly putting my ear to the door. I sat there... No sound was made. I lifted my ear from the door, when a loud bang sent me flying to the floor. I sprung up and ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. My heart was racing. I slid down the door in fear, hoping whatever was trying to get my attention would leave.
Day 4:
September 16, 2012 (7:00 AM)
I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing. My back still to the door. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep in the bathroom. Then, I remembered why. I stood up and opened the door. I poked my head out, the room was empty and the door was still closed. I walked out and turned my alarm off. I stared at the door. I just wanted to curl up in my bed and wait for someone to open it. I had no intentions of opening it myself, but I knew I had to get ready for school, so I would eventually have to leave through it. I mustered up the courage and went for the door. My hand was trembling as I reached for the knob. Out of no where a loud knock rang through the door. I screamed in terror.
My dad walked in. "Sorry... Didn't mean to scare you, sweetie"
I looked to him as a sigh of relief came over me. "I-I-I'ts f-fine" I reply, knowing my words are studdering.
"I just came to wake you up, since you're usually up by now" he replies, flashing a slight smile at me.
I gather my composure and ask, "Hey, did you hear any noises last night?"
He gives me a confused look. "No, why do you ask?"
I start to wonder if what happened to me last night was a part of my imagination. "Ooh... No reason..." I murmur.
