Short, Creepy Horror Stories ✔️

NEVER ALONE

Title: "Never Alone"
Author: Me/Aun/DarkenedEclipse739
Source: My imagination
Type: Non-Fiction, made up

I've been living alone for about two years now, I'm an adult with an amazing job as an archeologist - the only problem is, is that I'm always on the go.

I'm always travelling and going to new places and for once I've actually bought a place that I can safely call my home, despite the fact that it's far away from my family and friends.

But I'm leaving here in San Francisco because all of my meetings tend to be here, even though I'm actually from England.

My job is tiring and requires a lot of work, energy and determination - not to mention spot-on analytical skills when it comes to observing things like the remains of an ancient ruin or the inside of a human skull's eyes.

Also, you may have guessed by now, but I also have to travel a lot.

I constantly receive E-Mails from many businesses leaders and fellow researchers that like to delve into history in particular- which is where I come in.

I fly over to their country and we arrange a meeting. Then a few days after we meet up for a debrief so I know what I'm getting my hands into and what type of data I'd be collecting. However it's mostly qualitative data I work on as they don't really ask for numbers just information and detail.

And in order to obtain information and detail, my job requires time. A... a lot of time.

Sometimes I don't even have time for my family and the social part of my life that's how time-consuming my job is.

...that's why I'm considering retirement although, I'm to young to retire so I may consider simply dropping out. Which is the sane thing anyway.

So, one day, I was home alone like usual, and busy with work.

It was late, 9:50pm at night to be precise, and I was busy working on one of my new case studies which focused on the ruins of an ancient monument which was buried deep within a quicksand-like ground in Egypt.

I was typing away fast at my computer after I'd came back to San Francisco for a week, to work on all of the pictures I'd collected during my time in Egypt.

The room was all dark, the only thing illuminating it was my fancy-looking desk-lamp from the 80s and the light that came from my computer as I typed away in detail.

THUD.

I'd heard something loud. It sounded like a thud, and I didn't know what it was...but I had a rough idea as to where it was coming from.

I could've just ignored it, yes, but this sound sounded heavy, deep and dangerous.

It sounded as though the roof above my heard would break under the weight of some kind of wardrobe with tons of metal in it that had been dropped from the sky suddenly.

I was startled.

I breathed, trying to be calm. All these years of me being alone and spending time analysing things in quiet had made me develop social anxiety - even when it came to meetings.

But I was working on that, and it really wasn't as bad as I thought it was.

I closed my laptop after saving my work and the document that I was typing up of the research I'd conducted only yesterday.

I grabbed a candle - as everyone who knows me - or used to know me, knows that I'm quite an old-fashioned person, and would rather prefer a candle than a flashlight.

I ran upstairs, not thinking much of it.

I burst into my bedroom, inspecting all angles of it closely.