The police came and went, explaining to me that there was nothing wrong with the family downstairs, and that they were on holiday, so no-one was in their apartment. I was asked if I was okay- as I was 'hearing things that weren't there'. Can you believe them? That's the last time I'd be doing something as kind as this, I'll stay away from their front door, and the floor it lies on.
The next day, I woke up to the screaming again- but this time, it was louder. Screams as loud as thunder, bangs and crashes from things being thrown around made me dizzy and unable to walk properly. From a dreadful 20-odd minutes of that torture, I finally got up on my feet and sat on my bed, feeling ill and sick from the noise. My body was weak and I felt as if I would faint at any moment; I had to drink something to make me more hydrated. Water.
I chugged down a glass full of water, faintly smiling as my head got better after what it went through. My ears felt as if they were bleeding, though. I should get that checked out.
Going on with my day, everything seemed normal and there was no more noise from the downstairs apartment. Maybe it all was in my head- after all, it did seem to make a mess of my thoughts and surroundings. I should be okay.
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Downstairs
HorrorWhen you wake up, you don't expect much. You feel tired, and your eyes wont budge to let you open them. Would you wake up if you were forced to? Life for some may be easy, not so for others. Misfortunes happen a lot of the time, so I wouldn't be su...
