Eerie

( Part one of an unbeknownst number of parts. I hope you enjoy this preview, and I will be working on it over time. It may be entirely different soon. )

As a child, I had always wondered what made the floor creak. It couldn't have been the house, no, It was brand new. Not more than a decade old. No, it was the thing that had bound me to this nightmare. This devilish world in which I am all alone, but yet again, there's someone there. I had a suspicion that it was possibly the house, or the cat. Possibly even my parents. But my parents wouldn't be up at that time. I knew they had to sleep, to earn money to keep us alive, to keep us moving. The animals disliked the dark halls of that house as much as I did. They wouldn't step foot in them if it was dark. They, most times, didn't even enter them when it was light. I knew there was something wrong with the house, but I had to find it first, or no one would believe me. The nightmare dissipated over time. As if rage was cooling down, disappearing. I soon forgot about it entirely. But it came back. And it came back, oh it came back. The thing is... It was no longer a nightmare.