![]() ![]() “Are you home?” I asked, still kind of panicking. My stomach dropped and I called my sister who thankfully picked up. I heard the tap turn on and the bath started to run. I was in utter shock with the way she was acting and seriously started to assume she got possessed or some shit. She got up and walked out of the room towards the bathroom. She awkwardly moved her body towards the end of the bed, then moved her head towards the door, face still hidden. She still didn’t answer, but she did start to move. As weird as my mom was acting, I was more focused on the whispering. The whispering stopped and I felt much safer. She didn’t move, so I quickly reached for the switch and turned on both lights. “Mom turn on the fucking light!” I screamed. “No fucking way, turn on the light!” I replied, voice slightly shaking.Īt this point, the whispering got slightly louder and I started to legitimately panic. “Can you check out the sound in the closet?” She asked. I turned to look at my mom but her face was now completely under the covers as if she was trying to avoid me. I know in horror movies the protagonist would open it slowly, but I’m not a fucking idiot and jumped up onto my mom’s bed. I assumed my sister had come home from her boyfriends and turned the light off.Īs we both waited in silence, I heard a faint whispering coming from her closet. “Hear what?” I replied as I took out my phone to see. I walked up to tap her on the shoulder when almost in unison the hall light turned off and my mom finally spoke. The room was freezing cold and I felt that something bad had happened and I wanted to make sure she was alright. The light from the hall gave me enough light to see my mom on her side facing away from me, blanket covering everything but her hair. My mom always sleeps with her sound machine which plays peaceful sounds of the ocean or the jungle to help her sleep, but it was on the floor unplugged. I opened the door and peeked into darkness and silence. I knocked on my mom’s door and called out again, no answer. This instantly confused me because my dog always sleeps with my mom. I noticed that our dog Delilah was sitting on my bed, staring at me. My room was right beside my mom’s room, her door was closed while mine was open. I called a few more times before I started to head up the stairs. I walked up to the main floor and called out to my mom upstairs, no answer. I tried to brush it off but the way my brain works is that I quickly started to think that my mom had fallen and hit her head, or someone had entered the house. I stayed silent for a few seconds waiting to see what it was, but nothing happened. It sounded like a scream, but I could be wrong. As my game finished, I heard a sound from upstairs where everyone sleeps. This is where I think something weird happened. She went to bed as it ended and I went downstairs into the basement to play some video games. ![]() Everything seemed normal, we went out to dinner and went home to watch The Walking Dead. I took the bus and my mom picked me up from the bus station. I finished my final midterm a few days ago and decided to come home for the weekend. I know my mom, I know how she reacts to certain situations, I know how she starts conversations, etc. She texts me a lot at university to see how I am doing, or just sends heart emojis (she just recently learned about them so she goes crazy). We don’t see him often, but neither of us care that much since we never created a strong relationship with him.īack to my story, me and my mom are close. In case you’re wondering, my dad cheated on my mom when we were kids and married someone else. We are very similar, I got my mom’s personality while my sister got my dad’s. We regularly see movies, go to dinner, or just watch tv together. Me and my mom have a special relationship, she’s my best friend. My sister goes to the same school as me, but works part-time at my mom’s work so she commutes. Since my school is only an hour drive away, I like to bus home every few weekends to see my family (and especially my dog). I recently graduated high school and have gone off to university. I live with my mother and sister in a nice neighbourhood, you know, the usual. I think there is something wrong with my mother. Still, I don’t really know how to say this. I’ve read a few stories here (that creeped the fuck out of me which doesn’t help) in order to know how to write these things, what to say. I remember a friend telling me about this subreddit and that people can sometimes help others who are in need of it. I don’t feel safe here, which is probably stupid because I’m probably overreacting over nothing. ![]() I feel stupid writing this, but I don’t know where else to go. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |