I'm trying to stay calm while I write this. But truth be told, I can't stop shaking. Why after all these years? I never should have come back. I never would have, but circumstances fucked me, and here I am again.
Context. Right. Might as well explain while I still can. I don't remember exactly how old I was, maybe 7 or 8. I used to live in this house, almost 20 years ago. That was when I first heard the laughter. Something used to stand in the corner of my room and watch me while I tried to sleep. I don't know how long it was happening before I finally noticed it, and when I did I screamed out for my parents.
The only response for a couple minutes that felt more like hours, was a sickening laughter coming from the corner of the room. It stopped just before my dad burst through the door and found me curled up in the fetal position in the opposite corner.
Throughout the next few years, I mainly only heard it. No, that's not true. I mainly felt it. The air would get cold, and I would feel it's hateful eyes on me. But every so often, I would see the black mass in the corner. It didn't have a face, but I could feel it smile at me when I looked at it. I always needed a nightlight after that first night, I felt like it didn't like the light. It ended finally, when a priest came to the house.
That was years ago. And now I'm back in this fucking house, and it started up again. The unnatural cold in my room at night, and feeling like I'm being watched. Only now I'm hearing more than just laughter. It's been speaking to me. Harsh whispers telling me terrible things. It wants me to hurt myself, and for the first time in at least 15 years, I've been leaving a light on when I go to bed. Except for tonight. I wasn't thinking, I was too tired.
Now there's something here with me, watching in the dark. I think the only thing holding it back is the glow of my phone. But my charger is in the other room, and I'm down to 4%. I just wanted someone to know what happened.
I can hear it laughing again. It's so damn close.
