Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28794220-20160629203715

When I was a kid, I had a 'phobia' if you like, of going upstairs. I always found the concept of being upstairs scary, for example, if you are attacked you are far from the door. I would go up if someone else was up there but if I was alone I would never go upstairs. But there is a reason for all this which I am about to share.



   When I was 12 I always left was picked up from school and dropped off at my house so my mam could get my younger brother. One afternoon I was on the couch watching TV, the news was on and I was tired after a long day of tests. As I was going to switch on Netflix, I heard a loud thud from upstairs. I went still, I was petrified, it sounded like something was up there. I could hear faint footsteps coming from my room, I slowly got up and went to the door of the living room.



I went to the staircase and looked up, I switched on the light upstairs light and heard louder and faster footsteps then a loud bang again. I slowly went up the stair to my room, It looked fine from what I could see. Then I heard scuttling from the closet, I turned to it. I went to pull open the door, heart pounding, then just as my hand touched the handle the front door opened. "Hi son, were back!" which I replied "ok mam" I left the room and went downstairs.



That night I was shaken by the noise and thought that any second the closet door will swing open and something would run out at me. Nothing. The next day I had a good day at school and when I was at the house there was no noise. I was relieved and was starting to consider it was all a bad dream. That night I woke up and checked the time, it read 11:23. I lay back down, put the covers over me and closed my eyes. Then I heard something, a sound which I will never forget, the closet door creaked open.



I was shaking and panicking, I didn't want to open my eyes as it would see 'it'. I heard quiet footsteps from the closet over to me. I built up the courage to take a look out from the covers, nothing was there. I slowly turned my head up to find a figure that could only be describe as a somewhat tall pale figure with large eyes carling on the sealing. The ‘thing’ saw me it stared at me for 5 seconds then scuttled out of the open bedroom window.



 I didn’t get anymore disturbances in from then. For some reason I never told my parents and only told them yesterday. I needed to put this out on the internet as I feel it’s safe to talk about this, you may dismiss me as insane, please don’t. This event in my life somewhat scarred me. I will never forget the face of that creature, that emotionless face.  