I often used to visit my grandparents in summer vacations with my parents when I was a little kid. I was always very adamant on "being on my own" as it made me feel like a big girl. So on one instance, my parents decided to leave me alone with my grandparents for a week, which was a very big deal for me as they were always around wherever I was.
My grandparents lived in a large three-storey mansion; there was only one room on the first floor and the second floor was terrace. Although I was glad to have freedom and independence, sometimes the house was too silent, and I couldn't miss any sound, no matter how soft or low. I would hear unfamiliar footsteps from the room on first floor. Sometimes they came from my (supposedly) mom's room, which I had for myself while I stayed. I asked my grandmother once if she could hear the footsteps. And she just shook her head.
"Did your mother tell you the story of footsteps?", she asked me.
Which was odd, because she hadn't.
I didn't say anything but my grandmother continued, "She always used to complain about someone else in the house but I have never heard or seen anything."
Two days later, I was sleeping in my mom's bedroom, and I had this nightmare that while I slept on the bed, a long dark figure stood over me, just watching me, it had no eyes but its head was bent toward my direction. It kept looking at me for a long while, but then all of a sudden it reached out to grab my wrist.
I was so terrified, I woke up all sweaty even though there was plenty air conditioning in the room. I reached out for the lights immediately, but as I switched them on, my wrist pained as if it had been heavily sprained. I gasped at the pain and looked at my hand. There was big red band all over the wrist, like all the muscles along the circumference of my hand had been pulled. I didn't even bother switching the lights off, I just ran to my grandmother's room and crawled up in her bed.
Next morning, my hand was fine.
I didn't say anything to my grandmother or grandfather but I ensured they were around me all the time and slept with them through the rest of the week. Nothing happened again.
When I got back home, I told my mom about it and she told me the "thing" only bothers those who "pay attention" to it. According to her, I wasn't used to so much of silence and that's how it got to me. The key, to avoid the "haunting" was to keep your mind busy. The more you have on your mind, the easier you can tune it out (which explained why my grandparents never heard it, and neither did I after the night because I was always thinking about whether someone is around me or not).
I always kept myself busy after that whenever I visited the house. They still live in the same house. And I didn't experience it again.
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