- theshadowstriker
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Posted by: DarkAero Trooper
Posted by: theshadowstriker
Posted by: WakelessCheese
Once, when I had just gone to bed in the silent early hours of the morning, something really strange happened to me.
I started to hear an odd, muffled sound coming from downstairs. I was sure I was imagining it, and so I tried to close my eyes and get some sleep.
But it didn't stop.
It was like music, quiet, eerie music. My heart started to beat faster. There was no-one downstairs.
I sat up and walked over to my door, holding the handle but frozen with fear. Opening it, I gazed out into the dimly lit landing, my eyes scanning for anything, hoping that the music had stopped.
It was still playing.
Creeping down the stairs, I felt the cold hand of fear running down my spine as I walked into the darkness. I swore I could hear... rustling, movement. Heart in my mouth, hands shaking, I reached the source of the quiet music; the kitchen.
The CD player just sat there, music that I had never heard before filling the black room. Something banged in the other room.
Quickly reaching for the player, I hit the off button and ran straight for the stairs, hearing more rustling as I went.
At last I reached the top of the stairs, and as I went to close my door... I saw him.
A figure stood in the spare room across the landing, dressed in robe and holding a torn bag. He was hiden partially behind the door, but I swore I could see a single eye holding my horrified gaze.
I stared at this 'Musician' for what seemed like hours before I fumbled my way back through my door, slamming it shut behind me.
I couldn't step away, and my breathing was so heavy I couldn't hear or feel anything but the blood pumping through my ears.
It couldn't be real. It couldn't.
Fortunately, It wasn't. The next morning, I inspected and reviewed my experience; the CD player coming on randomly, I can't really explain exactly but it was almost certainly an alarm function coming on due to someone pressing an incorrect button at some point that day. The rustling in the living room? Perhaps it was our pet gerbils acting up, perhaps it was my imagination brought on by my state of fear.
And that strange figure in the doorway? Clothes and a bag hung on a wardrobe in a way that looked eerily human. It was a terrifying experience, but thank God it wasn't really ghosts.
Oh God! I was listening to this while reading that!
are you still sane?
Yes, but if I go crazy, I'm going to be just like Murdoch from the A-Team. Now all I need is a pilot's liscense...