I walked into the living room and was met by boxes. More boxes than I remembered bringing in the night before. This was the part about moving that I hated above all else. The ritual of the UNPACKING OF THE BOXES.
Before I knew it, time had flown by and it was near noon. I was tired and hungry. Ok, more hungry than tired at that minute. I took a lunch break, and then decided that if I didn’t take a nap I would die from excessive box unpacking. Google it. It’s a real disease. Well, if it’s not it should be.
As soon as my head hit the pillow on the bed in my new room, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was in that half awake half asleep stage. I could feel the sunlight coming through the window by my bed and warming my face. The quietness of the moment was broken all of a sudden by the sound of a door opening somewhere in the house. I heard voices talking. Then the sound of a radio started up.
My first thought was that the teen age son of the people I had bought the house from didn’t know that I had moved in. I figured that he was having a little final party with his friends before the new owner arrived. That seemed the most logical explanation for what was happening.
I didn’t experience any fear yet, even though unknown people apparently were in my house with me. Then in less that a beat of my heart, terror gripped me. A voice spoke inside my head. “What ever you do, no matter what happens, do not open your eyes.” The sunlight that had been coming through the window was cut off. I knew that something or someone was standing over me, blocking the light from the window, looking down at me with an intensity I could feel as strong as if I had been touched.
I felt at that second that evil had just come in to pay me a little visit in my new home. I truly believed that if I opened my eyes, if I let on that I was not in a deep sleep, that I would be struck dead. But not before I would see something that would turn me mad first.
I felt the light once again upon my face. I was aware that the house was once again still. It felt peaceful.
The Evil was gone.
I opened my eyes and the room looked just as it had when I came in to lie down. I got up and ran through the house, checking to see if all the doors were locked, if anything had been disturbed. All was as it had been.
I knew though, I had not been home alone.
From Tina S.