Another Night

Another night like so many. Dark, foreboding, merciless in its eerie silence. Inside my office, I hear noises, noises I do not make. They come from within the walls or from under the floor. I thought at first, rats were are running around, playing some sort of morbid game of tag. But the sounds made are much louder than rats. I think perhaps ... no that wouldn’t be right. That some sort of human, maybe creature of unknown origin is running under my floor or through my walls? Impossible.

But every night it has always been the same. It never changes. There has even been a thud-thud-thud, like knocking on a door, but never a voice, never any image to see. I really don’t know what to make of it except for the last five minutes.

In those last minutes, like sandpaper going across wood, I hear a moaning, almost groaning utterance that always makes me sit up and see if I can understand what might be possibly said, but I never can.

If this place is haunted, there was never any record of it, but I think it is some sort of spirit that feels trapped here, but what can I do. I told my Realtor about it after this first started, and all she did was smile and tell me the house is only three years old and only lived in once by a much older couple than I.

But he or she is about to leave me for the night, this much I know. For when the clock strikes midnight, the quiet will settle in and I will be in an even deeper silence.

Funny perhaps, but now, I wait for the return each night in hopes I may see this image that parades around my home.

But for now, sleep.

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Written: 11/9/2018

Time: 6:29 p.m. - 6:34 p.m.