A couple of years ago, my parents left me all alone in the house for 5 days. My sisters were also gone, so I was completely alone.
As I said before, I live in an old house, and the two floors my family has are structured like this: My parents and my youngest sister have the kitchen, living room (their bedroom) and my youngest sister's room, and the next floor is consisted of my room, a long hallway, my sister's room and two attics (I myself sleep right next to the big attics). Also, what's important to mention, my room represents the farthest point in the house (it's like a triangle-kitchen-living room-my room).Oh, and four steps link my floor to my parents' floor
The first night, I went to bed in my room, grabbed a DVD movie and started watching it. After some time I heard a heavy foot step on the first staircase step. (I know it was the first, because my floor has distinct sounds for every part of the house, and in time, I learned them). After 2 minutes, I heard the next step. And the next step, and the last step. I was already frozen. Then, I heard it stepping into my sister's room, walking all the way to the wall that separates our rooms. I was all shivering in my bed. Half hour later, I heard the four steps again, but this time, it was going down the stairs, and I also heard three or four steps all the way to the kitchen and then I distinctly heard a tray falling down from the kitchen bar. It was impossible for that tray to fall, as its place was always on the kitchen bar, not standing, but laying, if you know what I mean. I gathered some courage and went to the kitchen: of course the tray was on the same spot as always. But then, I heard steps going all the way to my room. I froze, actually ran to my parents' bedroom and slept there.
The next two days everything was alright, but as a precaution, I searched for my grandma's silver cutlery and took a silver knife and kept it close to me.
The forth day, I was in the living room, when I heard the same four step, only this time, they went straight to my sister's room. On her desk, she used to keep a silly motion sensor toy. The sensor was so accurate, that it activated (started singing a loud song) at the lightest blow of wind. The toy was some cubic shape, with a solid base and a small tree shape on the upper side.
Of course, somehow, that toy started singing. I waited for 2 minutes, grabbed the knife, and went to my sister's room. Nothing. The toy had stopped singing, nothing had fallen, the windows were closed, the cat was outside. Nothing. I called my dad, he told me to calm down, maybe the toy was broken.
After two hours, the toy started singing again. I went upstairs, the same as the first time. Nothing.
After 5 more minutes, it started singing again. This time, I went upstairs, furious, commanding it (whatever it was) to go and leave me alone as I wasn't in the mood for his silly jokes, only this time, when I went to her room, the toy didn't stop singing, it was actually on the floor, with one battery out. It couldn't have fallen, it was a solid shape! I ran to my room, packed some clothes, called my dad, he allowed me to sleep at a friends' house, and that was it.
When my parents and sisters returned from their trip, I told my mum everything, she took some holy water and walked around the house mumbling something. After she finished, she got really tired, with a bad headache and immediately fell asleep.
The next day, everything was fine.
Only minor incidents.
I will continue writing about things that happened in the past, but as you can see, I started writing backwards, from the chronological point of view.
What was that? Was it trying to mock at me? It didn't hurt me, and yes, I was afraid, but less afraid than I was when I felt it staring at me. Or maybe, it was just the same, I don't know for sure, it's been some time since.
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Your Welshman,
Trezise