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The house we live in is old. Its had a handful of owners over the years and has been remodelled several times. So, I'm not surprised that the house creaks or makes noises when the weather changes, or heard more often when its dead quiet.

What I've been hearing lately though doesn't seem like normal cold weather changes or the floors just creaking.

It sounds as though there's movement between the walls and in the attic. My mom tells me its nothing and to go back to bed.

But I can't sleep.

Eventually I do fall back to sleep hugging my stuffie. At breakfast my older sister eats her cereal quietly. She is 2 years older than me and looks sad. I hope she's alright.

She went to school while I stayed home with mom. I had a fever so I didn't go to school. I watch mom in the kitchen when the banging upstairs started. Mom flinched but continued her work. Whatever it is didn't seem happy and stomped around.

Dad walked in and he had his head down. I hugged him as he walked by me. He talked to mom about something before she went upstairs.

It sounded like she was going to where the banging is. My heart thumps.

Please don't hurt mommy, please don't hurt mommy. I think over and over. The banging stopped.

Mommy comes down the stairs. She looks unhappy about something. But she gives me a small smile. She brings me something to drink and talks to daddy about something.

I ty to watch the show I'm watching but its hard too. Why was there banging upstairs and the scratching, knocks on the wall during the night. I don't like it.

Dad looks sad.

Mom brought some food upstairs not long after. That. Not sure why though since we aren't allowed to eat upstairs.

Well days go by and things haven't changed. Though I do go back to school during the day once I'm better. Night is always the worst time. I barely sleep. The stomping and scratching and knocks get worse.

Of course whenever I try to tell anyone no one believes me.

Then tonight it gets worse. I hear growls as well behind my wall. The stomps. Then knocks happen then the growls.

I shiver.

My bedroom closet door squeaks open. I hide under the blanket. Though I look out the teeniest bit. I hug my stuffie closer. I whimper slightly too scared to run to get help.

The door opens all the way and nothing is there.

I let out my breathe. I didn't realize I was holding it in.

The floor creaks in my closet as something shifts around in it. I see the shape of something coming out of my closet. I can't make it out but it crawls out of it. I scream out in fear as I shut my eyes.