A Crayon From Nowhere

Welcome to my 5th story. I haven't mentioned this but I'm retelling my paranormal encounters starting from the first time I experienced it up to the present, my recent encounter happened just this August 2021. After this, I'll maybe post 3 or 4 more stories and that would be it until my next encounter (if I ever experience one again). Now let's get to the story.

Same house, same subdivision. I just now realized that more than half of my paranormal experiences happened in this place. This happened when I was around 8-9 years old, I was in my room alone minding my own business (I think I was reading or playing that time) when suddenly I heard something small being thrown towards my built-in cabinet then hit the floor.

Once you enter my room, the first thing you'll see is the vanity table and chair, on the right would be the opened door against the built-in cabinet. The cabinet occupies half the room's right wall and its height is literally from the floor up to the ceiling. Next to the cabinet is the bathroom door, then the vanity table. The mirror on the vanity table faces the room's left wall.

And when you look to the left, first you'll see my laundry basket, two 6-drawer Orocan cabinets (all against the wall), and then my twin-sized bed (against the room's corner). So yeah, I was sitting on my bed minding my own business, back against the wall, facing the huge built-in cabinets, when something hit the cabinet (somewhere near the ceiling) and then fell to the floor.

And since I'm scared of paranormal things since I experienced them first-hand when I was younger, I was frozen in place and tried to look for the thing that fell on the floor. I know I was alone in the house because that time it was around 3-4 pm and the maid and my cousin's father were outside taking their daily stroll. My cousin's father was now in a wheelchair due to stroke and other health complications, so we take him out the street to get some fresh air under the mango tree.

Once I saw the thing that fell on the floor, I built up some courage to get out of bed and decided to pick it up. It was a half cut-off Crayola, I clearly remembered that it was the "Scarlet" color. It confused me as to how and where it came from since most of my school things are either inside the built-in cabinet or inside my school bag. We always keep our things stored properly as my aunt is a neat freak and I would get scolded if something was out of place.

From how the crayon fell, its trajectory from where it was thrown would either be from the direction of the Orocan cabinets, near the door, or near my bed's headrest. If it was thrown from the door by someone, I would probably see their hand and shadow as my room's door is facing directly to the kitchen's big window. Meaning, their shadow would stretch to where my vanity is if they're at the door.

After picking up the crayon I tried focusing my senses on my surroundings if I would feel something, but I felt nothing so I decided to shrug it off and just went back to my bed. I didn't mention this to anyone as they would usually say it was just my imagination.

Sorry if this story is less interesting and a bit lengthy as I am pretty wordy, I like explaining things to help my readers imagine what and how the setting of the story looks like. I'm supposed to add another encounter in this story but it got too long. I'll just post it right after this gets published.

Thank you so much for reading!