𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅

Creepy story part one

THE BED BUDDY

What was your most unforgettable memory of your childhood?

Most of you had almost fun memories if I'm right.

If you ask me, mine was more of something I don't want to think or talk about. One that I'm trying my best to forget but is still haunting me to the day. Somehow incomplete and unsure of what really happened or what was the reason. Something that I think might come back if I ever even speak out a syllable about it. But as I've gotten the courage after long years, I would like to share it.

I spend my nights in the same room as my brother's since I was three. We would always stay awake and would be engaged in games most of the nights. As well as we thought it was cool, we also got a lot of scolding from our parents.

As my brother turned 11 while I was 8, he wanted a room for himself as all of his classmates and friends had one. In results of his tantrums and strikes, mother allowed him to stay in our room, alone. As I, got the darkest and "comfortable" room in the entire of our suburban house. I would like to call it house since home is where you feel safe and whatever that building was, it was the opposite of safe.

In the contrary I got to sleep (as promotion) on top of our bunk bed which was shifted into the so called comfortable room. I thought it was cool since my brother never let me sleep on the top bunk. My brother got a new cot and he was pretty excited to sleep in his "new room". As well as I was excited to spend the night alone as it was cooler for an eight year old, I was also scared about sleeping without company.

But as to my surprise I did not had to sleep alone at that night.

I was sound asleep in my new room as the mere lighting from the T.V from the living room where my parents sat, slided through my closed door. Almost during midnight I was suddenly woken up by the sound, some sort of shifting from the bottom bunk. I layed there with my eyes open, thinking of the possibilities of what can the noise would be.
 

I strongly tugged onto my blanket when I heard something scratching the sides of the coat in the most inhuman way possible. The cat. I thought. Yes. The cat might have got in. But how?

The door was locked and it was too difficult for it would have broken in somehow. As much as I wanted to be relieved thinking it was probably our pet cat, The question of how it got into the room got me by the neck and was suffocating me. 

I calmed myself down by covering my whole body with the blanket and leaving heavy breaths then and now. My dad once told, it was easy to calm yourself by heavily breathing at least ten times. But as to my confusion, every breath that I took raged my heartbeat higher and in order I began to sweat. And in that cold, cruel night I felt hot as if it was a lot degrees higher in  temperature. But then it just disappeared, The heat that I felt was no more tangible and in the room I felt like I was kept in a freezer.

Me, the unknown visitor and the darkness in the room.

The sounds went quiet for a minute. And I sighed thinking that this nightmare of an encounter I had with a "thing" that I've never saw was over.

But then it started again.

But this time, it was breathing. The breaths it took was more of a calm tone than an aggressive one, indicating it might've slept.

I closed my eyes tightly hoping the sun would rise as soon as possible and I could wake up...... 

To be Continued......

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Hola Bitches I am back

Also here's today's fun fact:

"Panthers are not a real species, they are Jaguars and Leopards 

who have melanism, which is the opposite of Albinism."

credits: Creepypasta.