I was born in Adana, Turkey. I grew up in a city where everywhere and everyone seemed dead and abandoned. Can't say my childhood was bad though. I had video games and internet. My parents were nice enough, did everything I wanted. Still, loneliness was my best friend. It may sound edgy and forced, but I mean it. For me, listening to myself in complete silence was preferable to a group of friends. When I sat by myself all alone, I welcomed my self-thoughts crawling upon my mind unlike the majority of people. I made loneliness my company. I still had friends. But they were somehow unimportant and at second plan. In my school years, I was not a person you would call a “social outcast”, surprisingly. Again, I had people surrounding me, and I was glad. But still, loneliness was my priority. I loved my family and everything, but as I said I was in love with loneliness. As inevitable as it was, I still sometimes regret making the decision to live all by myself. My mother tried to stop me, telling me that I was still so young and maybe I was interpreting my personality wrongly, what I seek was not solitude but peace. I simply answered: “They are the same”. After that, she hadn't tried to stop me once.
I decided to move to the northern regions of Turkey when I finished high school. Rize, was the name of the city I lived. The western part of the city makes you feel stranded and isolated in such way: It was perfect for me. I started working as a fisherman there and made little money, but I was happy nonetheless. My house was not far from the shore as you could tell. It faced the sea and from the back you could see the mighty and tall mountains of Rize. On the mountains there were dozens of empty houses. They seemed kinda creepy, but I was never bothered by them. Around my house, there were seldom any noises of human-made structures. I loved the sound of the sea, It was calming and friendly. It rained there quite a lot too. I lived peacefully among the sound of rain and silence... I mean, I wish I could.
9 years ago, I remember that it was a rainy and stormy day, I could not fish that day. It was about midnight, and I was resting by the fireplace. For some reason I don't remember, I looked to the mountains from my back window. There was something rather unusual and strange. Two pink lights were at the top of the mountain, glowing from far ahead. They were not bright: indicating they were pretty much far away. It seemed like one was on the top of the other one. Not only I was not used to seeing any light around my house at nighttime, but also something struck me as extremely odd; The lights were pink? I got a little smirk on my face. It was all so cliché. It reminded me of those bad creepypastas I read, a man who lives by himself encounters something strange, how scary! I shook my head in mockery, stopped looking and fell asleep for at least 30 minutes. I woke up abruptly and looked at the window again to find some relief. The lights... They were brighter and closer. I got a little creeped and got outside. There were something strange about these lights. They didn't fit the scenery, they seemed unnatural, like someone photoshopped them in. I stood there for a bit looking at them to see how they move. They did not. They were just two pink dots lined up vertically. It seemed like they were close to the abandoned houses. “Maybe they did not move”, I thought to myself. I got inside and tried to forget about it. Skeptic, I was constantly looking out of my window to ensure that they were not getting closer. I looked away for a minute or two and when I looked at my back window again, there was no sign of them. I sighed and closed my eyes, I almost did not realize my eyelids getting more and more pink. An adrenaline rush flew through my body. I was afraid. First time in my life I was not comfortable being alone. I opened my eyes, looked around. It was pure darkness. Looked out of my window to realize that light was coming out of the abandoned houses. Pink... My brain seriously began to question the entire situation. What was happening? Were I hallucinating? My mind failed to answer these questions. An hour passed. I gave up and started ignoring them, the lights. I lit a cigar and took a look at the starless sky. I got to my bed and closed my eyes, thought about the past. It was an attempt to clear my mind, but I knew it was no use. The sound of the ocean which I recall being friendly, now was unnerving. The silence no longer felt peaceful, it was disturbing.
About 2 am, I was trying to sleep, heard a noise and woke up immediately. Pink light started to fill the room. It was so bright I couldn't see for a while. I grabbed my old rifle and sat next to my door. It was the lights. My stomach started to feel sick, almost threw up. In dead silence with a sick stomach I awaited. Out of nowhere, calm footsteps could be heard right outside my door. I wanted to take a look but it was almost impossible to see anything. All I could see was pink and the faint image of my door. Suddenly, something began to knock. Slowly getting faster, the knocks also became louder, but systematically. They were so rapid at some point, there were almost no time gaps between them. It was like a machine gun. I wanted to scream, but I could not. My consciousness began to fade. The knocks stopped and the room embraced darkness once again. I probably passed out because I don't remember the rest. The next thing I remember is, myself, getting outside at around 7 am (I think) and looking at my door. There was no damage. But blood was covering it. Lots of blood. I threw up and decided to drive to the city, hoping to get some answers. A lot of people said that they also saw the lights, but they were too afraid, careless to investigate. I went to the Police Department, told them about the blood on my door. The police started an investigation. They came to my house and examined everything. The detectives identified the blood as “non-human blood” and asked me how all of that happened. I told them about the lights and everything. They listened to me but I could perceive their disbelief. The case was closed not so long after. I had foreseen the outcome so, I was not surprised. Who would have believed me anyways? Only the locals did. I did not move to another house but I no longer feel like I'm alone. 9 years after, I still hear the knocks and see the lights whenever I close my eyes. To this day what actually happened there at that time still remains unknown. I guess.