My scream faded away quickly as I realised I was looking at some clothes inside the wardrobe. How stupid of me. It's strange how much a white dress can look like a ghost when you're expecting something scary to happen.
My seven-year-old twin brothers ran into the room. Obviously they'd heard my scream.
'What's going on?' They asked in unison, a freaky habit they had.
'Urgh nothing, never mind.' I pushed passed them into the corridor and headed towards the second set of stairs at the end of the corridor. These stairs were less impressive than the other ones, they were wooden and seemed quite old and rickety. Almost like whoever built the house couldn't be bothered to make these ones as nice as the other set of stairs.
At the top if these stairs was a landing with two doors leading off, one door was ajar but when I put my head round I saw that it was a really small room, not even big enough to fit my bed into. I tried the next room and found a room, which was completely circular. This struck me as odd because from the outside it didn't look circular.
The floor was covered in dust but there was a set of footprints leading from the door to the other end of the room. This was weird but I guessed that another member of my family had maybe been up here earlier. But in that case surely there'd be some footprints leading back?
I shrugged this thought off and walked into the room. It was really big and my footsteps echoed loudly in the room. There were no windows, which made the room seem really dark and I could hear none of the sounds from downstairs, it was completely silent. I knew that I had to have this room. It would be perfect to have a room so high up in the house away from my annoying brothers.
*
That night after my parents had got everything moved into the house I went to bed really early. Moving in and exploring the house had taken most of the day and I was really tired. My bed had been taken up to my new circular room along with all my other stuff, which was still packed up in boxes. My bed had been put in the centre of the room temporarily until I got everything into order.
The room was really cold and dark; my mum had placed a lamp on the floor but it only penetrated a small area of the room. I got into bed still fully clothed, it was too cold to change my clothes and besides I was too tired. I drifted of to sleep fairly quickly despite being in a strange new place, which usually means that I don't sleep very well.
I remember that I had really strange dreams that night, colours and shapes but nothing very distinct. These dreams seemed to go on for hours but probably only lasted for a few minutes, but then suddenly I was awake.
I sat bolt upright, my heart beating madly and stared around my room looking around for whatever it was that had woken me so suddenly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, I thought it was maybe one of my brothers had slipped into my room but there was no one there.
I layed back down and slowing my heartbeat returned to normal. I laid in the dark for a long time when suddenly I heard a voice.
'I'm here.'
It was a woman's voice, high and sad. It sounded like person who was speaking was cold. I felt like my blood had frozen I was so scared I could barely move.
'I'm here.'
'Llloyd? Josh?' I called encase it was my brothers playing a trick.
No answer.
'I'm here.'
I was seriously scared. The voice was so creepy, so awful, cutting though the silence of my room. Shaking from head to foot I got out of bed and went to investigate…