Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26512885-20150619214216

For several weeks now I've been noticing things, not much mind you. Little things. A fleeting shadow across the room, a slight scrapping as I lay in bed at night. At first I assumed it was rats, so I called out the exterminator and even bought a terrier. I had hoped that the noises would have stopped after that but.... they didn't. If anything they have only become louder and more frequent.

I've tried going to the doctor, he checked my eyesight, my hearing. In the end he came to the conclusion that I had acute paranoia. Most likely caused by the stress of the new job. He gave me some antidepressants and told me to get an early night. Yet I swear, despite the pills, the exterminator and the company of my new dog, the problem is deffinately getting worse.

Which brings me onto why I'm posting this. Having failed to fix the problem myself, I hope that someone on the forum can help me find out just what is causing this. I'll try to keep this updated as much as possible over the coming weeks, my brother is coming over next week and I'm going to ask him his opinion. I had wanted to keep this quiet from family and friends, we all know how judgemental people can be, but enough is enough.

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Well its been three days now since my last update and I'm surprised, as well as grateful, for all the support you guys have offered. I saw people were asking questions about these occurrences, as to get a better idea of what is going on, so I'll start by answering those.

I haven't actually ever seen anything as such, only shadows. The shadows seem.... twisted, like some kind of animal. The moment I look they dart away so I never get a good enough description to get a better look than that.

As for the sounds, it's like... nails, being dragged down a blackboard now. They started as little more than a slight scratching but have become louder.

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This morning my brother looked as if he hadn't slept a wink last night. His eyes were grey and he had large bags underneath them. I asked him if he slept well and he said that he had been kept awake all night by a scratching that sounded like it was just under the bed. He checked but nothing was there.

Apparently he wasn't going to say anything because he felt silly worrying about such a minor thing. When I told him about my experiences the last few weeks, he looked even more unnerved. We have both agreed that it's best if we stay at his for the next couple of weeks or a least until we find out what is causing this. I'll keep this updated with any new information I uncover regarding the source of these events.

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It's been a few days since I checked this blog and I have, thanks to a few links posted in the comments section, found some more information about how to find out about what this thing is.

On theses sites I visited I found several cases where people had experienced strange events such as this, but sadly the threads had all been closed due to their age and I was unable to ask the authors any questions.

One useful thing I did find was that one person claimed hearing something crawling under their floor boards at night. My brother and I are going to my house tomorrow to check if anything has been under there. The floor hasn't been lifted in years so it should be pretty easy to see if there has been any disturbance.

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I've just arrived back, having been to the house, and I am not moving back to that house until we find what is causing those noises. My brother and I had lifted some floor boards to in the hall to check underneath, the first couple were normal, dusty and undisturbed. But when we lifted the board where my brother had reported the scratching, what we saw chilled me to the bone.

All along the length of the board were deep scratches, as if someone had dragged a sharp knife along the underside of the board. As much as I want to go to the police at this point, to have them lift all the boards and find whatever is in my house. I know that a few scratches and some noises don't constitute evidence. Especially with my being prescribed antidepressants recently, I'd be ignored and swept under the rug as “just another lune”.

Thanks for all the help everyone has offered, as well as the links I've been sent. I'll keep you posted.

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As much as I dread returning to that house after last time, my brother and I have decided that we need to return in order to find solid evidence. I'm going to take my cam-corder and my brother is going to take his shotgun.

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I apologise for not posting on here this last week but what happened at the house.... I'm struggling to put it into words. Upon arriving, it was exactly how we left it. I had just set up the camera under one of the floor boards when we heard a wheezing from upstairs. We both froze and listened to the sound before, camera in hand we crept up the stairs.

Once upstairs, we could hear it was coming from the loft. Shotgun in hand, my brother climbed the ladder first while I just stood on the top rung and looked in. I was using the night vision on my camera look in the corners of the loft, where the light was blocked by the beams when I saw it.

It squatted, facing the wall, rocking on the balls of its feet. It was small, like a child but despite my telling myself it was a lost child, it just seemed wrong, unnatural somehow. The surrounding boards had rotted away, reviling how it was able to travel around the house.

I whispered to my brother, and slowly he turned on the thing in the corner. He raised his gun at first, but lowered it when he saw the child like appearance of the person. H-Hello? I stammered. Slowly it turned to face us, Its neck cracked suddenly to one side and it slowly started to contort its twisted body to face us. It wasn't until it moved its hand that we saw the long claws protruding from each finger.

When he saw he hand my brother turned white and screamed to run. Dashed down the ladder, dropping the camera in the process, my brother let a shot of at it, sending its tiny frame flying across the attic.

We didn't stay to check if it was dead, we ran. Not even bothering to lock the door behind us. We just wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. Once we were in the car we called the police, we had no idea what to call it so we just reported a break-in. One of my friends agreed to meet the police at the house the next day. We were too shaken up. In the end they found nothing other than a few broken floor boards.

It's been a week now and I still can't shake the images of that thing from my head, I still hear its wheezing in my head. Sometimes I could swear its coming from under the boards. 