Saturday night we (by we, I mean everyone in our household) were very near victims of what could potentially have been a break in or a robbery. Hopefully not anything more drastic than that, but who really knows? Perhaps it was even something a little more sinister and supernatural, which was admittedly my first thoughts; it’s seldom anything rational or derived of logic.
I had just gone up to bed from watching tv with my sister - we’d had a bit of a late one watching a film. It was around quarter to 5 in the morning and I was lying in bed when I received a text from my sister convinced that there was something wrong. Her wording really freaked me out too, as if hearing noises at night isn’t scary enough. She said she got a bad vibe all of a sudden. She said she heard a bang outside the lounge window and clattering and footsteps in the dining room. I got out of bed and stood atop the landing in the stairs to see if I could hear anything in what was silent for that moment in time. I stood for a while listening out and heard some shuffling of feet and a sort of thud that I couldn’t work out where from. We were texting each other from different levels of the house, each of us thinking it was the other that was making noises or moving about upstairs.
After figuring out it wasn’t either of us, I headed downstairs to my sister who was waiting in the lounge and we stood in a silent fear. I grabbed a Stanley knife off the floor in the lounge (we are currently decorating the lounge and needed it to slice the old wallpaper from behind the skirting boards). I’m not overly sure what I intended to do with it, but I felt some sort of protection was needed, and this was closest thing I had. The only other thing that potentially could’ve sufficed was a ceramic buddha, but I decided against the irony.
We tip toed around the lower level of the house, making sure that no one had managed to wriggle their way in and camp out under the dining table or something, ready to pounce when we had at last made it to bed. Luckily enough, no one was around. They must have scarpered when we turned the lights on.
Round where we live is quite quiet, a residential estate and usually, not a lot goes on. So, we were surprised when there was even attempt for something to happen.
My mom went out the next morning and when she came back, she noticed the plant pots on the front drive under the window had been moved. “Who’s moved my bloody plant pots?” Naturally, we got the blame. But we quickly realised it must have been the potential intruders last night trying to maybe climb up on top of them to try and pry the windows open or something. Either way, this only strengthened our theory of a burglary and now that mom’s flipping plants have been tampered with, this was concrete. Actual proof.
The next night, we decided to conduct a sort of experiment. Another late night for us then! We waited downstairs again till it got around the same time and then turned off the lights. We wanted to see if we heard anything again and if another attempt would be made. It was around 10 minutes into the darkness and sure enough, we heard something. It started off with a thud, but it seemed quite far away. We decided to wait it out. A few moments later we heard a distant shuffling and then there was nothing for a while. It was around 5am that I heard what I thought to be what sounded like a sort of strangled scream or squeal, I couldn’t quite make it out. I damn near shit myself in fear and quickly turned on the lights. We legged it upstairs to the front of the house so that we could have a look out the window from the top. There was nothing to be seen, nothing out of the ordinary that is. The street was still and silent. No break ins this night either.
I’m more convinced now that it is more logical to believe that it is someone trying to get into the house, a rather poor attempt of a robbery, more so than anything supernatural like a demon or spirit trying to possess one of us and haunt us out. It’s so strange because it’s still so scary, but there’s a sort of odd underlying comfort in knowing that the noises at night are human. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, so I thought I’d share what’s been going on with me this weekend aside from being swamped in uni work and editing because honestly, no one wants to hear about that. So yeah, I could’ve potentially died this weekend, but alas, here I am with yet another blog post for your amusement.
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