I closed my eyes to sleep, and just before I fell under, I swear, I could hear the slightest whispering. I turned around to light my candle, and felt a small wave of safety. It didn’t matter, I was stuck in this demonized house until I turn 18. I stared out my window, wondering how I ended up in the middle of Miltown, Pennsylvania. After dinner, I got up and put my dishes in the sink, and reluctantly went upstairs, praying that nothing bad would happen. My father and I discussed sports, and how the Yankees were doing this season. When we returned home, I sat down at the kitchen table, too afraid to go upstairs. After an MRI and a physical examination, the doctor said he couldn’t find anything, and recommended that I see a psychiatrist. Dad took me to a doctor in New York to find out what was wrong, and of course, mom was worried sick. I lifted up my blankets and crawled back into my bed. He stood up and left, leaving the door slightly cracked. He asked if I was alright and I nodded, showing fear but contentment. I turned around to face my father, who had a look of concern glued on his face. I took my hands off of my ears and found blood, my ears had been bleeding. There was no black mass, no deep laugh, my candle was out and my clock plugged in. My father burst into my room and dropped down on one knee next to me. Soon enough I was screaming ‘It’ll be over soon!’ I rolled back and forth, saying ‘It’ll be over soon’ in a synchronized crescendo with the deep, ominous laugh that seemed to be getting closer. I pressed my hands to my ears, fell backwards and curled into a fetal position. A deep ominous laugh suddenly burst into my ears, unwillingly infiltrating my thoughts.

It twisted in the air, like a limitless ribbon creepily floating in the air towards all edges of my room. I looked up from the candle and frighteningly observed a black endoplasmic mass seeping out of the cracks of my closet, floating in the air, polluting it. I stood up and re-lit it, and what happened then would scar me forever. What could cause such a thing to happen? I turned around in my bed, and almost fell asleep, when I realized my candle wasn’t burning. I sat back down on my bed, scared and confused.

Frustrated, I reached towards my wall and unplugged my clock, silencing it. Confused, I tried to change the station, but despite the fact that I was turning the knob, the music didn’t change. I stood up and tried to turn it off, but the radio On/Off switch was jammed. I woke up in a cold sweat at 3:04, my alarm clock playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star very quietly and ominously. I flopped down on my bed, fully clothed, and began to sleep. School was starting tomorrow, and I needed some rest. Feeling curious, I looked out my window for the first time, and saw my dad’s truck parked out in our front yard, a long, curvy, dirt path for a driveway, and an empty, barren street beyond all of that. Night drawing close, I lit a candle and set it on my desk. My father’s ignorance and lack of observance annoyed me, and I went back upstairs to ponder. Doesn’t this house just give off weird vibes?” “Is there something strange about this place?” “Yeah son?” It was clear he was still focused on the television.

A little bit creeped out, I went back downstairs and sat down in the living room with dad. The door was stuck, the handle wouldn’t turn. I walked over to the closet to unpack my clothes. Inside of my room, there was a window, and a closet. I set my luggage down in a small upstairs bedroom, and immediately felt something was wrong. “Oh, the house? Yeah, it’s decent.” I grabbed my luggage and shuffled along behind my father, who seemed disappointed by my response. “Whatcha think?” I quickly turned towards my father, feeling xenophobic of what lied ahead. I hopped out of my dad’s old and rusted truck and looked up towards the yellow two-story monstrosity of a house, almost looking back down towards me. My parents split up when I was sixteen and I wanted them to still live close together, so my dad rented a house in Milford, just fifty-eight miles from Scranton. Recently I moved into my dad’s new house in Milford, Pennsylvania. My house in Scranton, Pennsylvania had very thin walls and almost no insulation, I could hear everything that went on inside the house. Anything from a small shift in the light to my dad getting up to get a glass of water. Sleeping undisturbed has always been an issue for me.Įven since I was a small child, I’ve always been prone to random disturbances awakening me in the night.

Still a sleep and undisturbed