She awoke with a start. Had she fallen asleep? no. She was sure nobody could fall asleep staring into their own reflection. She sincerely hoped she wasn't late for school. She checked her clock, It hadn't even been a whole minute! She felt dazed. Lisa put her hand to her head. Was she hallucinating? Yeah, maybe that was it, which would be a suitable explanation since she had insomnia. Still very confused, She braided her hair and gathered her books. Lisa decided it would be best if she listened to music. It had always helped her cope with different situations. She wore her headset and started browsing for a song. Where did she save her playlist, she thought, puzzled. Suddenly, Lisa screamed. Someone was whispering into her ears. Horrified, She stared down at her headphone. the wires weren't connected to her phone.... Even though it was morning, Even though the sun was shining through brightly, The nightmares didn't stop. They followed her everywhere she went. In her bedroom, In her school, They were everywhere and unstoppable. She couldn't deal with it anymore She took her book bag, and tiptoed down the stairs. Her sister Andrea was up and making breakfast. She smiled as she saw Lisa. Good morning! she said. 'Good morning' Lisa said with a tiny smile. As she sat at the table and watched her sister cook breakfast, she wondered if she should tell her sister about everything that's happening to her. "No, No I shouldn't do that, After all, They are so nice to me, It would be a pity to burden them with my troubles," she thought. She sat in silence as she ate her meal. She walked to school alone, After all, she had no friends. It was like she was invisible to everyone else, They barely noticed her. During her day lessons, She glanced at the windows, It was now pouring rain. What was that.. a person? she started to panic. was it a shadow?! no It couldn't be. How would a woman in a white dressing gown climb up to the 4th story window...
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The Completely Empty Attic
TerrorThose Sounds, The visions, The footsteps, the creaking. They never stop. She just wants them to stop.