I've heard sounds coming from outside of my bedroom door for the past three nights, the thing is, I don't own any animals. I got up to check, but it stopped whenever I got close to it. 'Am I going crazy?' I thought as I wondered what the strange noises could be.. Maybe, I've lived alone for two years. I've also noticed food missing from my fridge when I wake up in the morning, not a lot, just small amounts of leftovers, like a missing slice of pizza, a small helping of spaghetti or some pasta that I order from the local Italian restaurant I go to sometimes. I talked to my brother about it, he told me to wait by the door until it starts, I tried it, I sat there for about an hour. Nothing, not a peep. I started to get paranoid, so I bought a gun and put it under my pillow. The next night I didn't hear it, I was so relieved, I figured it was just stress, bills, my job, my dad being in the hospital, he was battling cancer. I used to stay there at the hospital with him for days, I would sleep in one of the chairs with a blanket that they gave to me. One day, I believe it was mid afternoon, my father looked at me and grabbed my hand, "Son I want you to stop visiting me." "What?! Why do you want me to stop being here with you?!" "Son, you need to go home, you need to go live your life, you can't stay here and expect to have a life outside of here." "I don't want a life without you dad!" "I know, that's why when you get off of work, I want you to call me, so I can ask how your day was. You can't live like this son, you have to move on with your life, I'll always be here for you in here." He poked me in the chest, "But da-" "No, how can I live with myself if I keep letting you waste away in here looking after me?" "Fine, I'll do what you asked, but if you ever need me, please, please call me, I love you dad." " I love you too son." I gave him a hug and began to cry on his shoulder, as he patted me on the back, I pulled away, "Are you sure?" "Yes, now get outta here, flirt with girls, go do young people shit." "Okay, I love you." "I love you too." That was a year ago. I finally got a good night's sleep, things were looking up. I went to work feeling refreshed, I got home and took a shower, I actually made some dinner instead of ordering a pizza. I sat down, watched some television, and went to bed. I woke up in a cold sweat, my body was immediately in fight mode, and instead of knocking, it was heavy breathing. I looked over at my alarm clock, 2:53. I reached over to my night stand and ripped the drawer open, grabbed my gun, creeped over to my bedroom lights, flipped them on and flung my closet open. Standing there holding one of my kitchen knives, was a young woman in a filthy white nightgown with sunken cheeks, frizzy blonde hair, yellow teeth, the few that she had anyway, and an awful grin that seemed to stretch too wide for her mouth to allow. She let out a blood curdling scream and lunged at me, instead of shooting her I slammed the door on her face and locked it as fast as I could. I ran to my nightstand, grabbed my phone and called the police, as I was telling them my address she started stabbing a hole in the door. They told me to go outside, lock the door to my house and wait for the police, they got there ten minutes later, sirens blaring and I went out there to meet them. "Is she still in the bedroom?" "I'm not sure, she started stabbing a hole through the door when I told the operator my address." I unlocked the door for them, and five minutes later they came outside with her in handcuffs screaming the same nightmare inducing scream as when she was in the closet. I went down to the station with them after I locked up the house.
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