I haven't slept since that night. I had no reason to. I woke to Alex missing. She didn't answer her phone for hours, and when she finally answered she seemed changed. Her usually long texts have been shorted to only three or four word responses. I didn't understand what had happened to her, yet I did. I knew that the figure must had shaken her up, but that wasn't she was never scared if anything. I learned this when we were young. We had went everywhere, from train tracks over 50 feet above ground to finding our way down a old abandon bridge, almost to be able to touch the water from climbing the one-hundred foot tall bridge.
I sat thinking of the creature from a few hours ago as fear consumed my entire mind and body. I shook violently and had to remind myself to breathe. I stood and walked to my room to grab my traditional clothes, black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, my hoodie, and one of my pairs of converse. Then I walked to Alex's house, needing to clear my head. There was a shadow near me, not fitting the shape of my body or the position of the sun. I continued on, pushing it off as paranoia. When arriving at her house, I allowed myself in, entering her room as if it was my own. She looked at me happily, and then fearfully looked over my shoulder.
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She sat there for a solid 20 minutes in silence. I didn't ask what she had saw. I already knew. The shadow that I had seen wasn't paranoia. It was real. Stalking me. I briefly considered the possibility of it being a ghost, but a ghost haunts something they were attached to in the past life. They don't leave it. So if it was to haunt the house, it wouldn't follow me. I lie next to Alex for a solid hour as she slept. I know she hadn't be getting much sleep, so I stayed awake and eventually dosed off.
It must have been 5 hours of us sleeping. As always, Alex was the first awake. Her long, messy, purple hair had been uncombed. This was unusual, because she had always combed or brushed it the very second she woke up.
I had assumed that she was still shaken up from before and was to lazy and frightened to go grab a brush.
I grabbed my laptop from between the bed and wall and hoped for a decent day for once
YOU ARE READING
Living Alone
HorrorJust moving into a new house i was unaware of the horrors that awaited in a place that doesn't exist. (only have chp.1-3 up right now. that will be changed soon!)
