It all started after we had moved to a new place due to my Dad's business trip.
I didn't used to believe in myths and all that ghost stuff like the Exorcists, it's childish.
But this place is making me believe them. Like there's some supernatural thing living here. Something that doesn't belong to this world. Like some evil force trying to escape from an empty place.
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At first, I thought I was hallucinating. I had often caught glimpses of my reflection in the hallway mirror moving on its own. I often went there to check if my reflection is mimicking me or not but I always feel like it's a second late.
I often hear footsteps in the hallway downstairs at exactly 3:05 am every single night but whenever I ask my family about it that if they were the one's walking down the hallway in the middle of the night they would just laugh it off and say that I'm just imagining things like I'm joking or something.
I used to believe that maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me until every night when I turned off the lights and went to bed, I would feel the presence of someone standing in the dark corner of my room. Like there was someone standing in that dark corner, watching me fall asleep, watching me silently, waiting for something. But whenever I turned on the lights, I would find no one but me all alone in the room like there was never anyone else in my room. Like it was just me all alone.
My parents think that I'm sick or something so they often talk about taking me to a psychiatrist.
And so we always end up fighting.
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"Luckas, it's for the best. Why don't you understand? There's something wrong with you, we have to get you checked".
"Why don't you believe me? I'm not mentally unstable, there's nothing wrong with me but hell yeah there's definitely something wrong with this this place". I tried my best to tell them that I'm not sick but why the hell do they not believe me.
"If you're not sick then I assume that you are just trying to
scare us with your dumb jokes that are absolutely not funny, and you've got stop this act or else you're grounded for a whole month". My Dad said with a fierce tone he had never used before which kinda' surprised me as I've never seen him this angry before.
"Your Dad is right, sweetie. You really are making us worry for nothing." Mom said, taking Dad's side instead of mine for the very first time which made me kind of jealous.
"Mom, not even you! At least you should believe me". I said in disappointment.
As far as I remember, we had argued for about half an hour before I ran up the stairway and went bursting straight in my room.
I shut the door with a loud bam and went straight to bed without turning off the lights as I didn't wanted to feel that very presence of someone in my room that I utterly hated.