Our school is located in the middle of the forest and 50 meters away from the main road. My father is permanently working here so we had our house just in the back of one of the school buildings. Our neighbors are so distant to each other since only employees of the school can live here.
My story begins way back when I was in 3rd year high school year 2008. I'm already aware that our place has many unseen people living with us, or some say a haunted place but I don't mind because they don't hurt us.
Our house is an old fashioned and has 2 floors. In the first floor is our living room and our new kitchen, and in the second floor just 3 stairs above has 3 rooms and at the last corner is a door from our abandoned kitchen. My mom, dad, sister and my nephew are sleeping together in the living room while I sleep in the 3rd room next to our abandoned kitchen. This was our sleeping arrangement until one night this happen.
It was past 12 midnight when I walk up from the middle of my sleep. I thought I was just dreaming when I hear a scratching sound of two hands with a very sharp claws coming from our roof. I tried to calm myself and keep saying that it's just a cat or the chickens. As I think like that, I also prayed really hard without moving an inch because I was so scared that if I moved he/she might know I'm awake. I can hear my heart beat so loud that I feel like I'm using an earphone. The scratching was gone and was replaced by footsteps. Someone with two feet is walking towards the door of our abandoned kitchen which is, by the way, just two steps away from my door.
I say he/she is humanlike creature because our house is built with lumber as flooring and I can hear the floor shriek every time he/she walks. The footsteps stopped right in front the door. I was really scared at that moment, I can't move my hands, my feet, I was totally paralyzed for an instant. I keep imagining that I was running to my parents but was scared to do so because I was thinking that he/she is at my door waiting for me. But I have no choice, I have to get up and ask help. So slowly got out in bed and run towards them and cried. They were all shocked to see me and asked me what happened. I told them everything that I heard and my father get his gun and flashlights and went to the abandoned kitchen. But nothing was there.
My mom tried to calm me down, and keep saying that it was nothing. Maybe it was just the cat or the chickens. But I told her NO!, it was not the cats nor the chickens that was something totally different.
From that day onwards, no one sleep in the second floor and all of us sleep together in the first floor.
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