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It was during the late hours of the night when it all began. I was deep asleep enjoying the sweet hum of the fan when I felt a tug against my covers. My eyes peered open as I heard her voice. It was my sister again crawling under the covers, in a panic. Her words were erratic. I couldn’t understand what she was saying, except one, “Ghost”.
I was very young, about five years old, but I remember rolling my eyes at her. It wasn’t uncommon for my sister to come running to my room when she heard something creeping in the night. I didn’t believe in ghost, but it wasn’t roaches or spiders this time.
I don’t know why, but I wasn’t afraid of anything. I got out of my bed to see what she was frantic about.. And headed for the hallway.
As I entered the hallway, looking across to my parents’ room. I saw a figure that was like a silhouette. The Lamp was on right next to him, but he was as dark as an abyss. No light reflected off him to reveal any features. He was like a void, a space cut out of existence. It was as if the night itself had taken form.
I blinked confused But there he was, A Shadowman tossing clothes around as he fumbled through the laundry hamper. At first, I thought my eyes deceived me.
So I headed down the hall where the faint sound of the TV was playing. When I reached the living room, I stood there staring at the couch, trying to make sense of it. My parents were in the living room watching television, both of them.
Unsure of what I had witnessed a few moments before. I headed back to the room with the figure in it.
Before I could make it all the way, a key came flying into the hallway, bouncing against the wall. A metallic clink echoed down the hallway as the key struck my chest.
This puzzled me, but still I went down the hall and eventually seen the shadow figure searching areas of the room. What was he searching for? I remember thinking.
I decided it didn’t matter anyway. He must have been someone my dad knew. Why else would he be here?
So I went back to my room and attempted to go back to sleep. My sister remained buried under a mound of blankets, and still frantic. I attempted to get back to sleep.
It was at this point when I seen a series of clothing come floating in to my room in a strangely orderly fashion. One by one, they floated in and dropped at the foot of my bed.
My sister became completely erratic at this point and ran down the hall screaming about a face forming in the window. I turn to look, and saw a strange set of eyes fading into the background just beyond the window.
I went to sleep after she left, and later the next day mentioned it to my parents. All they would tell me was that there were no friends over.
Years later, as my sister brought it up during one of our family scary movie nights. They mentioned the only thing they knew about the house was the previous owner took his own life over a divorce dispute.
I can’t say for certain what or who I saw that night, but it wasn’t my dad. Though I do wonder, is he still searching? And searching for what?
