Two weeks passed, and it happened again. I was standing in my hallway, the lights flickering in a somewhat methodical way. This always happened, but I never felt threatened by this unnatural presence. So I went back to my chair, waiting, waiting for the chilling sound that always came from upstairs. Ever since I heard that noise, I've slept downstairs, to afraid to investigate the disturbance. I heard this sound every night, slowly driving me insane. I finally caved in and decided to inspect the faint scratching and tapping that has been replayed in my ears every night. I slowly ascended the stairs, finally coming to the room I swore to never go in. The door creaked as I reluctantly pushed it open, exposing the tall ominous figure with a gaping mouth filled with knife like teeth, it was hunched over hiding the extent of its towering physique. Its greasy black hair hung haphazardly over ots grotesque face. I tried to scream but there was no use. The house was then engulfed by silence, except for the faint tapping sound coming from the upstairs bedroom.
