Chapter 4
Meeting the stranger
I shrugged in the way I always do when I don't really know what to say. "Well, we won't let that ruin our sleepover! It was probably just a prank anyways. So let's just continue our sleepover".
"Okay…" Michelle agreed.
We climbed into our soft sleeping bags, covered our selves with extra blankets , and put approximately twelve pillows in the back of our backs so we can sit up to watch the movie.
Everything was quiet and they were staring at the TV screen blankly as the previews played.
Suddenly the TV had shut off. But no one touched a single button of any kind. All they had for light right now was our little lamp which only made a shadowy yellow glow around it that spread about two centimeters out.
The rest of the room was filled with darkness.
All we could see was a faint image of our faces.
All of a sudden, Michelle's eyes opened really wide with fear.
"Do you hear that?" Michelle asked in a whisper.
"Hear what? What do you hear?!" I asked in confusion because I couldn't hear anything and it was getting me frustrated.
"Shh…listen…"
We had a moment of silence. I forced my ears to hear what Michelle was hearing.
My back shot up straight, my eyes opened wide, my mouth dropped open and I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I heard it.
Whistling.
The whistle of a tune that seemed vaguely familiar, but I just couldn't point it out.
Footsteps.
The creepy tune was still being played, but there was someone walking around in the house. Michelle and I hugged each other tighter and tighter as the steps came closer and closer.
"Turn off the light or else the person will see us!" I ordered Michelle. She turned off the lamp. The footsteps stopped. The whistling too. Michelle and I were hugging so tightly that I thought it would make me bleed. We were just waiting in horror to what was going to happen next. We couldn't see anything. The footsteps started up again but now they were coming don't the basement stairs with loud creaking noises. I felt wetness on my shoulder. Michelle was crying silently. After a flight of stair, we finally heard the last footstep hit the hard cement ground. We held our breath.
We heard creaking, like the sound of a rusty door opening over and over again. Michelle and I both knew what that sound was. It was my rocking chair I got for Christmas last year but I never really liked it, so we put it in the basement. The creaking of the chair stopped.
"Hahahahahaaa…" Chuckled the "person".