Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26027814-20150121211522

It was a hot summers night in Manchester, England. I was sat in my living room with my pet dog, Junior,  that I must have had since i was a kid. 17 years old, he was! Had him since I was at least 7 when he was born! Anyway, I was sat watching some crappy show that bored me beyond belief. I got that bored, I actually wanted to go sleep. So I was starting to nod off a little bit. I would occasionally close my eyes, but I would be woken up because my head would fall a little. I finally found the strength to stand up to turn off the television (Losing the remote somehow) and put it into standby mode. I then begin to turn out all my lights and head up the stairs. Midway up the stairs to my room, I began to get a weird feeling. It felt like I was being watched, despite being home alone. I look around, then begin to head back down the stairs and check the hallways and nothing was there. Very odd. I turn and begin to go back up the stairs and my landing light begins to flicker. I look up at it and it turns off for approximately 2 seconds and then it turns back on. At this point, my heart is beating like a jackhammer on my chest. I am looking around and look back at the bottom of the stairs and I see the front door close and the light begins to flicker once again and turns off. This time, it doesn’t turn back on. At this point, I bolt up the stairs and turn around. I see what looks like a shadow moving through the door. It stood out from the darkness, and it’s head turns and looks at me. My stomach churns and then the lights turn back on. I have never jumped so fucking hard in my life. I almost had a heart attack! But I continue to go up my stairs that felt like I was climbing a mountain, I swear. I get up the stairs, across my landing and close my door. I keep my door open and keep all lights on nearby. All the lights begin flickering as I’m about to get into bed. They all turn back on and I hear loud talking noises coming from downstairs and I hear Junior barking wildly. Without thinking, I go under my bed to collect my baseball bat, and proceed to run down the stairs and bash open the door to the living room. I see nobody talking, but the television is turned on and Junior is sat on his bed, eyes wide, back against the wall. I turn to the television, that is playing nothing at all. It has a flickering a dark red background. Blood-like. I’m thinking to myself “Where the fuck where the voices coming from?”. I hear Junior crying, and turn to him. He’s sat back up, and staring at the screen. I hear laughter behind me, coming from the screen. I turn back to it once again and it goes back to a red, flickering screen. I jump to the television and turn it off. I looked confused as nothing happened after hitting standby. I go to hit it again, but once again, nothing happens. I look at Junior, who is now somehow asleep. His leg would occasionally twitch. I unplug the TV and it turns off. But begins to shake.I rush back upstairs and nothing happens for the rest of the night. I know this because I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

I get up when I hear birds singing outside my room. At this point, I feel safe, and the feeling of being watched has gone. I get up with the little strength I do have left, and move towards my door. I’m wondering what happened the night before. Wondering if I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. I begin to walk across the landing and down my stairs and everything seems fine. Except, Junior isn’t up. I walk up to him and stroke his side. He still isn’t waking up. I start to whisper his name. “Junior”, I pause. “Junior, get up lad”. He is as still as stone. At this point, I’m panicking a little bit, wondering if the worst had happened. He was an old dog, after all. I shake him one last time, to which I hear the laugh again. It was coming from Junior. My heart drops. It wasn’t a hallucination. Junior’s head lifts and he turns to me, in which his eyes are red. The same red as one the TV screen. I can’t help but look into his eyes. I feel trapped.

BANG BANG. I hear a knock on the door, this steals my attention for a quick second or two and then I look back at my dog who is now snoring asleep. I stand up and begin walking towards the front door, and I open it. Nothing there. “Stupid shits”, I think to myself.

Things began to calm down abit again for a few hours, until it hit night once again. Oh boy, how time flew by. Somehow, it got to the exact same scenario as the night before. Watching some crap on the tv with Junior. Wanting to sleep. It all seemed too familiar. Nothing was happening. So I decided to start to pack up everything and actually get some sleep. Bringing Junior with me. I got that feeling again. I stand up to begin walking towards the stairs and I faintly hear what sounded like footsteps. I turn and there’s nothing. I look back down the hallway and towards the front door. The outside light is on. I go to the switch to turn it off, in which happens. I feel heavy all of a sudden, and my footsteps are louder. I turn and walk back towards the stairs in which I hear the footsteps behind me. I turn once again, nothing there. I look through the gap between the railing and the landing. There it is again. The shadow figure. It’s watching. Always watching.  