I want your horror. I want your design.
I've just been thinking lately. How nice it would be to have my own place to come home to. I lived on my own last year for the first time, and I didn't like it one bit. First of all, the place was so huge and scary and it cost alot just to keep the electricty going a month. It really was a scary place to live in. For instance. There's the huge entrance door that creaks really loudly and its really obvious when someone enters, so if someone comes inside I know because the door would creek. Well, one night I came home really late, like 3 in the morning. I stumbled in, and lied face down on my bed. I didn't really feel like sleeping yet, so I took out my notepad and started writing down things I had to do the next day. At the corner of my eye, I seen this thing kind of just scurry about and so I turned my head towards the bedroom door and you know that space under the door? Where you can see a bit of light from outside the door... I seen a shadow of someone standing there. My heart immediately started racing because for one thing. I did not hear my big door creek so that means no one entered. There isn't really anyone there. But I still seen their silohette standing there. And after I gathered the fact that there wasn't an entry in my house, two seconds later, the shadows start pacing back and forth. And this continued on all night and I never took my eyes off it once. I just laid there clutching my notepad, wide eyed, staring at those shadows. And on top of this pacing shadow, there was a very light tapping on my bedroom door. Like they were knocking.
You think it would only be freaky if I was home by myself, especially at night? Wrong. Another instance was when a friend of mine and I got back to my place in the morning, I'd say about 7:30. The sun was out and light filled the place. So we got into my room on the bed and were about to fall asleep when all of a sudden I hear this muffled groan of some kind. I look up and ask my friend if she heard that. Shes like "Yeah. Is there someone that lives downstairs....?" We listen again and its this man who sounds kind of like he's in pain and he's asking for help or something. There isnt anything downstairs but the washer and dryer. We got up to check and there was nothing.