Drip

Drips

[Authors Notes: This is my first story and I wrote it many years ago so I'm sorry about the briefness of the plot and or any grammatical errors. I fixed all the ones I found but there will still probably be a few.]

 Not a day goes by now that I don't think about him.

The people in white tell me to keep a journal now. They said it would help. I don't need help, I just need someone to believe me. I'm not crazy. I swear...

It was the year 1999 when my parents pack me and my siblings up and moved to our new house. It was an amazing mansion, old and dirty, but things that would normally scare people intrigued me. I had been cursed as the middle child of my family and more often than not, was ignored. My older brother was, for a lack of better words, an idiot, my little sister, a full blown drama queen and a brat. Me on the other hand was quite and keep to myself, always in my room watching scary movies and writing poetry. We moved here from L.A. to New Jersey for my father's new job. He was an architect by trade and didn't get many jobs in Los Angeles. He thought moving here would increase the amount of work he could get.

We all got out of the cramped car to help out the moving van guys unpack everything. I looked up at the small circular window at the top front of the house. It looked almost blacked out with spray paint, but it was too hard to tell from where I stood. My bother Gabriel got first pick of the bedrooms, then my little sister Molly. I wondered around the house a bit until I found a room completely opposite from everyone else's so I could listen to my loud music that no one else liked at night time when inspiration stroke me to write one of my heart dropping poems.

That night I honestly was uneasy. You know that feeling you get when you sleep somewhere you're not use to and you feel like something is watching you? Yeah, that's the feeling I got as I turned off my bedroom lights. I knew that this was a normal feeling, and that it would go away after a week or two. So I shrugged it off and tried to get some sleep. I woke to a loud ear splitting growl. It sounded like it came from the attic, and I was only two floors below it. I sat in my bed just listening... I didn't hear anything else. It must have been my imagination, but it sounded ...angry...

The next day I helped my mother in the kitchen. Not mentioning what happened last night because I knew they would laugh and tell me I need to stop watching so many scary movies. So I just kept it to myself and continued to unpack all of our stuff. The next night was perfectly normal. Nothing out of the ordinary, no growls, no screams, no nothing at all. It was dead silent. I knew it must have been my imagination. I fell asleep fairly quickly with no problems at all.

About a week went by with nothing out of the ordinary, my brother and I started school at Nix High, Gabriel was a senior, I was a freshman, and my sister was starting fourth grade year. My sister came home crying the first day saying that some of her fellow class mates were telling her the house was haunted. What a bunch of idiots. I looked into it; people from my home room told me the same thing. I have never believed in stupid ghost stories. I couldn't find any real proof that supported any ghost could exist, it's just not possible.

That night I heard something. It was some kind of squeaky sound that sounded like something heavy swinging on a metal hook. It was quite at first but then got a little louder. It was coming from the attic again. I tried to ignore it to no avail. Then I heard a little thud. My heart stopped. I heard footsteps...I got a flash light from my night stand and turned it on. I opened my door and shined my light threw the doorway. It was too dark to see anything, but I shuffled my way to the stairs. My light showed the stair case up to the next floor. My little sister's room is up there. I walked up the stairs swiftly. I slowly cracked open the door to my little sisters room. It looks like she has been bundled up in the bed all night. I stepped in and shined my flash light around. Nothing looked out of place or anything. By this time I was starting to freak out a little bit. If it wasn't my sister making those noises, what was?

I was about to leave her room when I heard a little muffled chuckle. I swung the light around her room, still nothing. I ran back to my room as fast as I could, locked the door, and started to blare my music through my head phones, trying to tune everything out. I'm hearing things, that's all, just my imagination, that's all... Oh how I wished it was true.

The next day I woke up and started getting ready for school like every other day. "Molly" I heard my mother call. "Molly, It's time to get up!" I started heading down the stairs where I knew breakfast was waiting. My mother had just set down some eggs and toast, perfect timing. "Gabriel, go get your sister." my mom told my brother. After he whined for a second he complied and got up from the table. He walked up the stairs yelling at Molly that if she wasn't dressed by the time he got there, he would eat her for breakfast instead. We all laughed and continued to eat our toast and eggs.

Gabriel was taking too long. He came running down the stairs. "Molly isn't in her room, mom." My heart dropped, and then my mother went to go check. She wasn't there. My father and I went outside to call her as mom and Gabriel checked in the house. We looked for half an hour with no sign of her. I didn't check to see if she was under the covers last night... Mom called the cops right away. They called an Amber alert immediately with how cold it was outside. My mom was crying and I started shaking. She couldn't have been in the attic; she couldn't reach the chain to open it. My brother, mother, and I stayed in a hotel under police recommendation. My father stayed though in case she came home.

After three days, the news was filled with the missing child reports. We went back to our house after the fifth night. A police officer was parked outside for protection, but it didn't set my mind at ease. That night I kept hearing a dripping sound. I asked Gabriel to sleep in my room with me. I was terrified. My brother understood why I would be uneasy and agreed to spend the night in my room. After about an hour my brother called attention to the dripping sound above use. It's not like we had left any water running that we knew of. He said he wanted to go see what it was. He grabbed my flash light before I could protest. "Don't leave me here, Gabriel!" I shouted. He said I could come too if I didn't want to wait here by myself.

I grabbed his arm and we walked up the stairs, past Molly's room, and down the hall were the attic was. I stopped, "Don't you dare." I couldn't stop him; he pulled on the chain revealing the steps into the attic... We inched our way up the stairs were the dripping was coming from. There was a loud metal on metal sound when we got half way up. There was a large figure and it was looking straight at us... it looked like a thin man hug onto the roof like a bat, cloaked in black. It's eyes shined neon blue through what appeared to be a gas mask. With his arms crossed around his chest he bent one leg down behind his back and touched the floor, then the other. We stood in horror as we watched it stand itself up right. Like lightning speed it came at up. I fell off the stairs head first and began running.

I didn't hear anyone behind me, not even Gabriel. I was in survival mode and running for my life. I wasn't thinking about my brother or anyone else but the cops outside. I ran out of the house and the police quickly came to my aid. I told them it was in the attic and they called for backup. I began sobbing, shacking, and blubbering words. I heard a yell, then a gunshot, and then it was quite. My mother and father were out of the house now and at my side. A cop came out yelling to the other cop to call an ambulance...

Gabriel was dead, Molly was dead. That thing was gone. The dripping sound was Molly's blood after that thing opened her up and stuck her to the wall. It killed Gabriel, decapitation. Mom couldn't take it and took her life a month later. Now I'm in the nut house, writing this. No one believed me, not even my dad. They give me all this medicine. I don't need them, but sometimes at night I take them because I start hearing the drips...