User:BrilliantDarkness

You know that noise you hear sometimes during the night? That noise that is caused by something like a loose ceiling fan that shakes causing a clicking noise. The noise that is so simple yet so frightening because of the illusion it creates. The illusion that someone is causing that noise and is attempting to disturb you from your slumber. Well I get those kind of noises every night. Mine are not illusions though. I live in a really old fashioned house, as in almost nothing has been replaced in over 10 to 20 years. When I first moved in I started to hear those noises. They didn't bother me though as I knew it was an old house so I assumed it was the house. I was also raised in the sciences so I did not believe in such things as ghosts or monsters. I only believed in scientific theories and laws. That all changed when I found out what was making those noises. The first night I slept at my new house my parents were going out to country bar they found about an hour away. I forgot to mention that I was thirteen at the time and my parents trusted me home alone. When they walked out of the door I made some dinner, got in the shower, brushed my teeth and went to bed as I helped my dad carry in some furniture from the moving truck and I was really tired. As I got into bed I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep. At about 11:30 p.m. I was awoken to a strange noise. It sounded like a shuffling noise. Like the noise you here when someone is dragging their feet over tiled floor. I got out of bed hesitantly, thinking someone might be in my house. I gently opened my door and peeked out of the tiny crack I had made. I only saw a vacant hallway. I slowly walked out of the safety of my bedroom and went into the living room. I looked at my couch and saw someone on it. They were laying down in a somewhat comfy position. I assumed it was my mom as she did occasionally like to drink heavy amounts of alcohol. I quietly sighed in relief hoping not to wake her up. I slowly tiptoed back to my room and gently closed the door only making a slight squeak as I sealed the crack. I then went back to my bed. Then it occurred to me. The houses walls are pretty thin. I would have heard them pull into the drive way. Also my dad was no where to be seen. I decided to look out of my window as I had a clear view of the driveway. I turned on my light and I looked out of my window and I didn't see their car. My blood ran cold as I found out that wasn't my mom. I looked back at my door. I wanted to see who that was but at the same time I knew that if I did that that person could hurt me. I took my chances and I slowly opened the door making a slight squeak again. I tip toed out into the living room and I looked back at my couch. But this time I saw no one on the couch. I then thought that I was just seeing things. I sighed once again and went back to my room. I crawled back into bed and slowly fell back asleep. I woke up on my own at about 1:20 a.m. I needed a drink so I got out of bed and stumbled across my room to my door. I heard a noise again. My eyes shot open. I put my ear to my door. It sounded like scratching. I passed it off as squirrels on the roof. I lowly opened my door once again and I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a cup, filled it with ice and water and continued back to my room. I decided to look at the dining room as I thought I saw something. I saw what looked like a humanoid figure sitting in one of the chairs that belonged to the dining room table. I started to hear the scratching again and I passed it off as squirrels once again. I just rolled my eyes thinking it was just my imagination. I walked back to bed with a nervous feeling. As if something were to happen. I shrugged it off and went to my room and got back into bed. I fell asleep and I wasn't woken up for the rest of the night. The next day I went to the living room to watch some T.V. with my parents. I saw them sitting on the couch watching the morning show. I slowly went and sat on the couch in between them. 11 hours later the day was coming to an end. I had already showered and brushed my teeth. I crawled into bed and went to sleep. About an hour in my slumber I heard another noise. By this time everyone was asleep so I knew it wasn't my parents. The noise was like a tapping noise. I couldn't figure out where the source was at first but then I found it. It was coming from the other side of my door. Now I was truly terrified and I didn't know what to do this time. I didn't know if something was on the other side of the door. I slowly got out of bed and tip toed across my room to the door. I grabbed the knob hesitantly and slowly turned it. The tapping got more rapid as I turned the knob. I was terrified to open the door. I remembered that my parents were here so I figured if something were to happen my dad would come help me. I slowly opened the door to a crack. As soon as I opened the door to a crack I saw a hand. Not a deformed hand, not a claw or a monster hand. Just a human hand. It had a silver ring around it. It seemed like a females hand. I slowly closed the door and the tapping continued. I didn't sleep that night. At around 2:00 a.m. it finally stopped. I managed to sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning my mom was waking me up. She was yelling at me. She said that my door was covered in scratches. I looked to find that my door was actually covered in scratches. I told about last night and remember how I said I was raised in the sciences, well because of that, she didn't believe me. She said that I had to help my dad sand the door and that I couldn't go outside for the entire weekend. I was going to be bored. This kind of stuff continued on for months until one night I had had it. I decided to stay up to see what was causing this. That night I heard another noise. It sounded like footsteps. I decided to check it out. I slowly opened my door and walked out into the living room. I was startled in the living as a saw a silhouette of a women in my living room. She was standing in front of the T.V. She took a step towards me and I took a step back. "What are you?" I asked her. She just stood there. I reached for the light switch and I flipped it on. She was a women. Just a women. She was wearing a gown and I noticed that she had a scar around her neck. I was worried about her. For some reason I was worried about her. I decided to take a step closer. She took a step closer. I asked "Are you okay?". She didn't answer. She just stood their. Then she turned to the door and sprinted to it. She moved so fast I could barely see her. My parents woke up to find me in the living room. They were yelling at me to go back to bed. The next day I did some research on this house. I found out that a girl had committed suicide by slicing open her neck. Ever since that night, I can barely ever sleep. I just lay wide awake. I had to deal with the noises for four years. When I was the age to move out, I immediately moved to an apartment. I eventually moved on with my life and I found a girlfriend and we still live in this apartment. About six years later I received a letter from my dad saying that my mom was put in a mental hospital. He said it was because she became insane saying that she heard noises every night and that she became suicidal and she needed to be put in an institution. I knew why but I kept it to myself. I know that those noises weren't just illusions. I have one word of advice for you. Be careful. If you ever hear those noises, don't just pass them off. You never know if their could be something taunting you. Waiting for you to snap.