Okay, this story is 100% TRUE! Not some ******** pansy story for Halloween kiddies. Seriously. Ugh.
Alright, I live in the US. (A pretty screwed-up country, if you ask me.) But that's besides the point. I'm talking about my house. Well, more specifically, MY ROOM.
I came to my house (now) when I was around...I wanna say 10, but it's like 7 or 9. Yeah, so anyways...I wanted my brother's room, but seeing as he's a 6-or-7-year-old, HE gets the room I CALLED and WANTED. So, guess what? I get the teensy weensy room...'cause I'm teensy weensy, right? WRONG! I'm 14, and they put this big-a** bed in the room, taking up around 75% of it. Which SUCKS.
There's a crawlspace in my closet. "It's so annoying," I thought at first. During the middle of the night, it'll open up, waking me up...which pisses me off, 'cause I'm always tired. And then there's the floor. I mean, every floor creaks. MY FLOOR CREAKS LIKE NO OTHER (when you step on a certain square foot)! It's so loud. Ugh. And then there's the wind. I have a tree right outside my window, it LASHES against it and I wake up in the middle of a windy night often. And, I'm not sure, but I think I hear voices. Not that I give it a second thought. There are plenty of loud drunks who go around in the US. Oh, wait...the voices seem to be in my room and quiet. It's not my parents. I don't recognize the voices at all. But I always get cold whenever I hear them.
Oh, and now for the piss-yourself part.
One night, I got way too pissed off at my crawlspace door. It had woken me up twice, once at 1 AM, and again at 3 AM. I got my flashlight, and looked up into my closet door. The crawlspace is shut. So I turn back to sleep, and it creaks open. My flashlight goes dead. I hear the voices. I'm freakin' cold. There's a movement in the closet shadows. I turn; the light of my flashlight flickers back on, and I swear I see a glimpse of something...something dark. I shine my flashlight back at the open crawlspace. What I saw still lingers in my head.
Glowing eyes peering back at me.
I can't speak.
I can't move.
I stand there, doing nothing.
The eyes close, and disappear. Then it becomes the normal temperature. The crawlspace closes.
I've never looked up in my crawlspace again.
Alright, I live in the US. (A pretty screwed-up country, if you ask me.) But that's besides the point. I'm talking about my house. Well, more specifically, MY ROOM.
I came to my house (now) when I was around...I wanna say 10, but it's like 7 or 9. Yeah, so anyways...I wanted my brother's room, but seeing as he's a 6-or-7-year-old, HE gets the room I CALLED and WANTED. So, guess what? I get the teensy weensy room...'cause I'm teensy weensy, right? WRONG! I'm 14, and they put this big-a** bed in the room, taking up around 75% of it. Which SUCKS.
There's a crawlspace in my closet. "It's so annoying," I thought at first. During the middle of the night, it'll open up, waking me up...which pisses me off, 'cause I'm always tired. And then there's the floor. I mean, every floor creaks. MY FLOOR CREAKS LIKE NO OTHER (when you step on a certain square foot)! It's so loud. Ugh. And then there's the wind. I have a tree right outside my window, it LASHES against it and I wake up in the middle of a windy night often. And, I'm not sure, but I think I hear voices. Not that I give it a second thought. There are plenty of loud drunks who go around in the US. Oh, wait...the voices seem to be in my room and quiet. It's not my parents. I don't recognize the voices at all. But I always get cold whenever I hear them.
Oh, and now for the piss-yourself part.
One night, I got way too pissed off at my crawlspace door. It had woken me up twice, once at 1 AM, and again at 3 AM. I got my flashlight, and looked up into my closet door. The crawlspace is shut. So I turn back to sleep, and it creaks open. My flashlight goes dead. I hear the voices. I'm freakin' cold. There's a movement in the closet shadows. I turn; the light of my flashlight flickers back on, and I swear I see a glimpse of something...something dark. I shine my flashlight back at the open crawlspace. What I saw still lingers in my head.
Glowing eyes peering back at me.
I can't speak.
I can't move.
I stand there, doing nothing.
The eyes close, and disappear. Then it becomes the normal temperature. The crawlspace closes.
I've never looked up in my crawlspace again.
