Chapter 9

I used to live way out in the country. Not desolate, but few neighbors and lots of land. It was summertime so for me that meant very late nights on the Internet. Our only computer was in the guest bedroom on the opposite side of the house from my room (the house is pretty wide) so I had to pass through 3 different rooms if I wanted to use the Internet.

So it's about 2AM-ish (not to be confused with two Amish) and I'm on the Internet talking with friends or something. Anyway, some situation comes up where I need to get something from my room so I exit the guest bedroom.

I walk through the laundry room, tip toe quietly through the kitchen past my parent's bedroom because the floor creaks, and enter the living room. I'm six feet from my bedroom door when I hear this blood-curdling SHRIEK (My eyes are almost tearing up from even thinking about it) coming from RIGHT beside my left ear; the side that the dining room table was currently on. As in there is no space for anyone to stand there and SCREAM IN MY FUCKING EAR.

I sprinted to my room, slammed the door behind me, grabbed whatever I came for (I still don't know why, weapon maybe?) and sat on the corner of my bed.

The next morning I asked my parents if my mother woke up shrieking that night and they both just shook their heads.

That was my first and only strange experience in that house. The funny thing is that after a while of sitting on my bed, I eventually went back to the computer to tell my friends what just happened