It was a warm, peaceful night in my home of 10 years. It was the summer of 2012 in Adelaide, Australia, the home I have been living in for most of my life. As I have been getting older, my house has become more and more frightening to me. Scary things have been happening, I know I shouldn't be scared, but I am.
I put things down in my room and I can't find them for the whole day, and then they just turn up. I have a younger brother, let's call him J. J, was playing in his room when he was about three years old. The doors were open. There was no one in the room with him, but yet he was having a full conversation with someone. He was talking about our family: how long we were going to stay in the house (he didn't know the answer to these questions), if he wanted to play cars, and how old he was. After J came out of his room, I questioned him about who he was talking to, he said, "A friend who has been here for a while. I don't want to play with Frank again." This scared me so much.
After this happened, the weird stuff died down for a bit until the summer night of 2012. I was watching TV with my family in the family room. I was tired, but I wanted to keep on watching. I felt like making a comfortable and cozy place to watch TV. I pulled a mattress up to the side of the sofa I was lying on, and got my mum to spread a blanket over the top. I know you guys might think I am weird, but this was actually really comfortable. I folded the blanket over itself where my head was so I could continue watching TV and wouldn't get too hot.
After some TV shows and a long movie, I fell asleep (mostly because I didn't want to go upstairs to my room). I heard my parents go to bed, but I knew I was asleep. After an extremely deep and uncomfortable sleep, I woke up at exactly 3:00 a.m. and sat up on the sofa. I was very very afraid. I could hear walking and talking out the back of my house, and I could hear someone playing the piano very lightly. I can assure you I was right awake. After playing some notes the person playing the piano slammed on it loud enough for me to hear it and loudly said something.
This gave me a fright. I was too afraid to turn around to look. My dog immediately woke up and ran to the where the piano was, whimpered for a second, and the sprinted into my parents' room. I was the most frightened I had ever been in my whole life.
I could hear footsteps coming toward me, the sound it makes when you try and walk quietly on carpet. After about 10 seconds of this quiet walking, I had to turn around. I kept saying to myself, "It is just my imagination." I turned around quickly and got goosebumps all over.
There was a something, a man who was transparent, standing over me, looking straight ahead. As soon as I turned around, I felt something quickly move through me, turning me instantly cold. It was like a freezing cold gust of wind passed through me. This rush was so strong that it pushed the mattress over onto the ground.
I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. No one in my family had heard anything, not even the mattress falling over. I am always scared in my house. I always feel like there are things in my room, watching me. I hear my coat hangers hit together in my wardrobe at night, where all the windows are shut and there isn't a gust of wind anywhere. I often hear footsteps coming up my stairs, and quiet breathing at right at my door.
As I am reading this now I feel like there is someone watching me and reading what I am typing.
