Warning. Another true story from yours truly. Again, I don't think it will be in the category 'horrifying', but just try and imagine it happening to you.
This incident happened when I was about 7 I believe, which of course made it a lot scarier then what it probably was. I'll let you decide.
I was in a different foster home then in the first story here, and we had just moved to Jay, Alabama. We lived in the woods in this older wood cabin.
No, I'm not kidding. An older, wooden, cabin... In the woods.
Perfect, right?
Anyway, this story also starts off with little ole me being peacefully asleep. At this time, I shared a room with my foster sister, whom I shall call T. for this story.
T. and I had a bunk-bed, and we had probably only been living in our new house, and room for a week or so. The environment was still pretty new.
Yet, I was managing to sleep, and so was T, but not that night... Oh no. Something woke me up that night.
As soon as I woke up my body went into panic mode. You know that feeling whenever you can't really breath, and every muscle you have is so tense that you can't move? Plus, you feel tears spring to your eyes and you want to start sobbing? Yeah. That happened.
I didn't know what was causing me to panic, so I tried to shut myself up and pay attention to my surroundings.
Sure enough, as soon as I quieted my breathing enough... I began to hear this steady clicking coming from a corner of T. and I's bedroom.
I listened utterly horrified and shocked. I knew I had already alerted whatever was in the room with me that I was awake. I didn't know what to do.
It just kept going, the unnerving clicking. It sounded like someone was softly pounding two pieces of metal together repeatedly. Just loud enough to where it would get someone's attention.
They sure got mine.
It was literally coming from less then five feet away from me, and I had no light. T. didn't like night-lights.
The longer I listened, the faster it seemed the clicks got. They didn't pause at all. I sat there for maybe twenty minutes, worrying myself out of my mind.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I was on the bottom bunk.
I wanted to wake up T. so badly, and I had even shaken the bed a few times, but I was so scared to make noise. I thought whatever was making that clicking would, well, kill me if I alerted anyone else to its presence.
I whispered T.'s name a few times, to no avail. I knew I couldn't stay in that room. I was crying and I felt like I was going to go crazy. I was past the point of wanting to know what was doing it, I just wanted out.
It took me maybe five minutes to formulate a plan. I was going to edge to the end of my bed as quietly as I could and throw myself out of the door and go get my parents.
Well let me tell you.
It didn't work like that, I started edging my way down my bed, and my bed creaked and I swore that the clicking skipped a click. I can't be sure, but even if it didn't, the squeak my bed made, sent me into a full blown panic.
I jump off my bed and ran faster then I have ever ran, to this day, into my foster parents room.
I told them what was happening, and...
Surprise, Surprise.
It was just a dream.
Um no. I just ran faster then a fucking cheetah to get in this room, do you understand me? I have been awake for over thirty minutes panicking my head off. It was not a dream.
They told me to go back to bed, and I started sobbing. So, for the first and last time, they let me sleep with them.
I was so thankful.
They didn't even go check on T. though, like what if it really was real? I mean I know it was, but in their minds it was fake...
They should've at least checked though. She could've gotten killed. She was alive in the morning though, maybe whatever it was didn't know she was on the top bunk.
Anyway, when we woke up in the morning, I went back into the room...
I found a tool of some sort, I can't remember exactly, that had not been there the day before, laying on the little table we had in the corner. Whenever I opened and closed it, it made the exact same clicking noise.
So, someone had been in our room. Like, five feet away from me.
I showed them the tool...
Coincidence.
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If you say so.
Again, I know it wasn't paranormal scary or whatever and I kind of tried to make it semi-funny at the end but um.. It really scared me as a kid so.
