After hours of nerves and thoughts shaking me up, I glanced at the digital skull clock that sat upon my drawers across the room for the millionth time.
It was 7am.
I hadn't slept properly for days. My eye bags were so deep, you could carry shopping in them.
I couldn't stop thinking about those noises in the night.
What happened upstairs?
Who was up there?
I clicked on my table lamp and looked around the room for an answer, still laying on my side wrapped in a duvet. My eyes stopped when they reached my sleeping little brother.
My arms straightened behind me and my back was lifted off the mattress. My hands reached for my ankles and pulled them underneath my thighs.
I sat with my legs crossed for a little while as I watched Sam lay there regaining his energy. He looked so sweet, and I felt bad for what I was about to do.
"Psst, Sam."
No reply.
My duvet was pulled away from my legs by my fingers and my legs clambered to the carpet. I wandered over slowly to my brother before shaking him delicately.
"Sam..." I whispered, still shaking his shoulders side to side. I began to shake them slightly faster and whispered louder and closer to his ear. I could feel his tiny breaths of warm air upon my neck.
"Sam?" My voice was debatably no longer a whisper.
I slowed down the shaking when I noticed his eyebrows furrow and his eyes tighten. He let out a small groan and his eyes widened a little after noticing me.
"Vicki?" he whispered to me through a yawn.
"Sam," I spoke to him slowly in my best motherly voice. "Were you upstairs in the attic last night?"
He hit me with a stare of confusion before placing his hand on his chin. He looked as if he was trying to recall a memory.
"We have an attic?"
I sighed in disappointment. Well, that answered it.
"Wait..." I carefully chose my words, being aware that I'd have to explain everything to my oblivious brother if he misunderstood. "Did you hear it too?"
He sat up and looked around the room as if he was listening out for a sound.
"Last night," I continued, speaking slowly as if talking to someone who didn't know English. "Did you hear anything at all?"
He stared at my eyes and blinked a few times before answering quietly.
"I heard you get up a few times. Did you drink a glass of water before bed?"
My forehead wrinkled while I processed the information. My face smoothed once I realised that he thought I was making trips to the bathroom, instead of the attic.
"Yeah, must have done," I muttered, before placing his duvet over his chest while talking quietly. "Go back to sleep, okay?"
Before he could answer I placed a delicate kiss upon his forehead and turned off the lamp to help him return to the dream world.
I reached over to my melatonin tablets that comfortably sat on my desk and grabbed two from the sheet of pills. I took them whenever I couldn't sleep properly.
I was prescribed to take them every night, but I hated taking pills so I only took them when I had to. This time seemed necessary so I gulped then down with some water that sat within a glass upon my desk.
Gazing upon the ceiling, I felt the back of my head sink into the pillow as my mind went wandering again with thoughts.
I still couldn't contemplate what the sounds' sources were, and why it was only me who heard them. Unfortunately, I had an idea.
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Thank you for reading! Just wanted to say sorry for not updating...kinda forgot about my story ^o^
Also wanted to warn you, the next chapter may be a little longer than usual so be prepared for that (:
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Misteri / Thriller17 year old Victoria Hudson has had to move house for the third time because she just can't settle. Victoria sees things other people can't. She can hear things people don't hear. She feels things that others don't. Victoria's not just a girl. To h...
