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I live in a nice house that's near my school. I've lived there since I was 9. My room is on the third floor and it has, at least an unnerving feeling. I've never trusted it. I walk up and I feel depressed, abandoned, alone. I don't sleep up there, instead I sleep on the couch. It's not a great place but it's better than my room.
Before all this happened I loved my room, my dad and grandpa helped with it. I was excited to sleep up there for the first time! By the time I had to go to sleep, I walked up and got comfortable. I don't sleep very easy and I can be up till 2:30 A.M. I normally stay up that late when I'm with my family.
I was up until 3:24 (BENs death date). 3:00-4 am are when spirits are said to roam. I didn't know that at the time, but I was so full of energy! I tossed to my left towards the closet full of my clothes. I eyed my golden knob on my door, and it seemed to lightly turn. I wasn't seeing things because the door tried to open. I spun over and grabbed a picture, then chucked it at the door, it was too late because whatever it was already escaped. I didn't want to bother my mom because she gets up at 4:30 to go to work and my dad got back from work. I knew they wanted to sleep so I went downstairs with nothing in my hand.
I turned into the living room and looked into a mirror seeing a figure, eyeless, bloody, smiling, and just was unsettling. I'm not your average girl; I don't run from fights, horror movies, or become scared of the dark. I moved no closer. I just squinted to see it trying to grab me.
My mom caught me out of bed. "HANNAH!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO EARLY?!" she shouted in a whispering way. She grabbed my hand and marched me up the stairs and plopped me into bed. "Hannah, it's early and you need sleep. Go to bed, I'll be back at 2:00. I love you, now go to sleep" she kissed me on the head and went downstairs.
I waited to here the back door close shut and then I would get out of bed and find out what was keeping me from sleeping. I zipped down the stairs and went back to the mirror, a note written in newspaper clippings. I picked it up and it said "Hmmm, seems you discovered me. I won't leave on one condition, you give me you eyes AND you don't say a word about this". I still have the note today, I taped it onto the bottom of me mattress.
I turned around and the lifeless figure was standing there, smiling, eyeless, pointy nails, and just horrifying. He reached for me. I didn't move fast enough so he grabbed me. I showed my grace under pressure and didn't speak. He reached for my eyes and tried to grab them out of their sockets.
I didn't scream but instead I kicked him in the knee, HARD. He lost grip of me.
I backed up and got in a fight position.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Funny you should ask Hannah, I'm BEN" he responded.
How did he know my name? That was the only thing that frightened me so far. I turned around and started running for the basement, in the dark. I only have three small windows down there. Not much light was down there, I didn't turn on the light either.
"YOU CAN'T RUN!!!" BEN said looking down the stairs.
I hid inside the bathroom closet and climbed up the shelves that held my dads things. We have an opening into the ceiling that goes through the closet.
I found a small flash light and brought it with me. I reached the opening, crouched down and crawled half way through. I felt something brush up against me. I couldn't see so I used my flash light, I aimed it to where I felt it. I screamed at the sudden sight of BEN smiling right at me. I couldn't do anything but jump down back into the closet.
I ran back up and found BEN looking at me through the window in the kitchen and disappeared. I walked into the living room. The TV said "Run, hide, I'll find you!"
BEN was right behind me, I grabbed the sword right beside me and tried to cut him. He was suddenly gone. I got in a ready stance. He appeared right behind me and whispered into my ear.
"I promise not to upright kill you, but within an inch of your life!" he said.
I tried to stab his chest but he caught my blade in between his fingers. I pulled it back toward me. I fell over and smacked my head on the front door. He tried to stab me, but missed and hit the wall instead. I turned around and stabbed him in the head.
Blood was everywhere, screaming in pain, melting.
It was over, too bad it was almost 7:00 and it's Saturday. I'm safe now. This happened at least 8 years ago. Thanks for reading.
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