When I was little it always felt like someone was there, someone was watching, it wasn't until I turned 11 that things began to happen.
One night I woke up in a cold sweat, tears had been streaming down my face while I slumbered, my father had always told me that a nice glass of milk made everything better so I walked downstairs, the third step from the top creaking under my foot.
I reached the bottom of the stairs, I rubbed my eyes and opened them after stepping onto the cold tile. I froze. My entire body was stuck. It felt like an eternity that I had to stare at that... thing. Then I finally ran, I ran as fast as I could, jumping from stair to stair until I reached the top, I quickly but quietly shut my door and hid under my bed.
I waited, my breathing was as quiet as can be, there was no sound until.
Creaaaak
And then it dawned on me... I forgot to lock my door.
