Living in the attic

It begins - Chapter I

I keep hearing noises. I keep seeing shadows.

Have I been driven to the point of insanity?

It was Friday I last saw her, but I swear she left my house, I even saw her leave via the old side door that would make a terrible creak when disturbed. But ever since that night I've been hearing things. Strange things. First it was the slight echo of the words LOL, which I had just assumed to be something from a video I was watching, but it kept going on even with it paused. Then my favourite drink went missing from the fridge, I had at the time just assumed that the blonde person who also occupied my living space (Who was he by the way?) had drunk it. Then began the laughing. Oh god, just the mention of it makes me shiver down to my core. It was the most detestable noise I had ever heard of my years of living, It sounded like a dying animal mixed with a wheeze of a donkey, It would echo about at midnight exactly. If It's silent I can still hear the detestable noise in the very depths of my mind. Some of my belongings began turning up missing too, a necklace of mine, a photo of Adam and my rulers? I'm not exactly sure what use it'd have apart from being a good thing to colour or stick down socks. Its been a week exactly since the day my friend, Rajveer, had left.

I remember this one dark cold miserable willy night. I was walking inoccently clutching a Jesus cross in my hand and wearing a Jesus shirt with Adam shorts. The stairs creaked as I slowly stepped on the the crazy stairs. I felt the stairs dance and lol under me. I think I'm going crazy. As I went down I saw this weird looking shadow standing there looking through my fridge. A bush was around her and she seemed oddly familiar like someone I see everyday with an ariana grande ponytail. I'm sure I sent her away tho. The fridge highlighted her face but I still couldn't see as it was so dark. As she slowly started to turn around I felt a cold shiver go through me. Brrrrr🥶🥶🥶. It wasn't from the cold no. It was something else. Like a dead rat crawled up my behind. Before I could get a glimpse of her face I turned around and run like I've never done before. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️.

I locked my bedroom door but I still felt like I was being watched. Recently water had been dripping into my eyelids and going into my brain but it had never happened before I invited rajveer over for a sleepover. I hear stomping and screaming from up my attic. I don't think rat live there anymore. I'm slapping myself all over the face from this amazing discovery. ITS A PERSON THATS IN MY ATTIC 😱😱😱😱.

Shocking. I know.

I don't want to check as I think I might tinkle myself if i do. I don't know whether my parents have been hearing these strange noises but someone seriously needs to check this. I'm definitely going to ask my friends if they can give me any advice on this matter.

I couldn't sleep. Not even a minute. I swear, these sleepless nights are only making things worse than they ever were. I hazily throw on my school uniform in my sleepless daze and curl my lashes before proceeding to finish my 30 minute makeup routine, of which is always relentlessly bullied by my friends. I head to school in my "grandma coat" as it is dubbed, and arrive around 15 minutes early. The day goes like a blur, with my throbbing headache not adding to the cloudiness of my memory. However, despite me forgetting to ask my friends for advice, one approaches me.

"Are you okay?"

My friend Nahlya confronts me with this question as the school day is over and we've left our classroom. I want to tell her an honest no, but instead I just tell her a pitiful yes ask if she'd like to stay over for the night round my house.

"Oh, sure! That sounds like fun, just let me ask my mum first okay?"

I point out the tall guy next to us with "nice arms" and she flinches. She's looking as if a flashback of generational trauma has come back into her mind, as if she's seen the gardens of the world. I can only guess by her face that she feels the overwhelmingly strong feeling of being left on read. After half an hour of walking we're at my home. It used to be sweet, but not so much anymore, its moreso sour now, a very, berry 🍓sour.

Nahlya rushes into the place of nightmares with her usual gleeful face, making fun of the random blonde child inside of my house, (Seriously, who is he??) and hops straight onto VRCHAT to troll furries, but its okay, whatever floats her boat I suppose? I swear I heard a stupid, ear wrenching, squirming laugh from somewhere, but not too sure from where. Whilst I look around I something I swore I had never seen once before in my whole life, a small hole in my ceiling. It isn't the type of hole you could fit a fist into, but one that you could certainly see through with a single eye. Whilst Nahlya continues to yell at a stove that wont cook her pasta correctly as a Shinji avatar, I decide too look closer at this small slit in my ceiling, just above my closet, when suddenly!!

There's an eye.

Looking at me.

I shake with fear, my whole being trembling with fear that could only be described as pure anxiety, I had never felt this scared ever before in my 14 years of living. I audibly gasp and fall back on my chair, eyes wide, gasping and wrenching for the littlest of slithers of air, afraid that it very well may be my last breath I take.

Someone is in my attic.

DUN DUN DUN