The Vanishing Monk
Not updated in a while, but things pretty much the same, lights still going on and over, TV, turned on while we're out of the room. Strange whispering voices heard, over and over almost like a radio signal. And the black monk walks in and out of the rooms like he owns the place. Myself and mother see glances of him all the time. The other night something mimicked my brother cleaning his teeth. And two nights ago my mother was stood in the kitchen and looked up, she saw the bottom of the monk's habit rising up, the tassel hanging down, it disappeared into my brother's bedroom. After that my mum had a bad fall, something of a bad omen. I really want to leave this house .