In our family home, my bedroom is on the ground
floor. Not a great spot, but it’s pretty big so that kind of makes up for it.
Despite the fact that we live in a kind of dodgy area, nothing bad had
happened. Nothing until one night a few months ago.
My
sister can be a bit of a douche sometimes, no need to sugar-coat it. She’ll
tell me the endings of books before I've read them, put salt on my cereal, that
kind of thing. This incident was last Halloween; I was fifteen at the time.
It
was about 7 p.m. and I was sat at my computer in the corner of my room, like always.
As we nerdy types sometimes do, I had lost track of time and hadn't realised it
was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the screen. I was waiting for
a video to load and as the screen went black I jumped up and screamed like a little
girl. Next to the reflection of my face was another face: a huge, smiling,
white face surrounded by matted hair.
I freaked out and
turned around to find my sister taking off a Halloween mask and laughing.
Needless to say I was pretty annoyed. I yelled at her and threw her out my
room, slamming the door behind her.
Later that night I went
to bed. It was early for me, like 1 a.m. My bed is in the very corner of my
room, and so I was surrounded by vast darkness. I was just drifting off to
sleep when I heard something, like the creak of a floorboard. I opened my eyes
to the sound and saw something shift in the dark. It was rustling and grunting
quietly. I was too scared to speak.
Slowly, the thing began
to come closer. A figure was approaching my bed from the darkness. It was
wearing the same mask as the one my sister had worn. A smiling white face in
the blackness.
Naturally I screamed
the place down. The figure had clearly thought I was asleep and when it
realised I wasn't it ran from the room. For a while I just sat in my bed, tears
rolling down my face. Rationality began to set in and with it came anger. My
fucking sister. I ran upstairs to yell at her. I banged on her door and shouted
her name really loud, so that my Mom came out and asked me what I was doing.
‘Jane keeps scaring me
and it’s not funny,’ I yelled. ‘She was just in my room wearing this fucking
freaky mask!’ I didn't even care that I’d just sworn in front of my mother for
the first time. I was furious.
My Mom looked at me
confused and said, ‘Jane’s not here, sweetheart. She’s sleeping at Katie’s
tonight.’
I was terrified then. I
ran downstairs, for some reason thinking I would find my sister and it would
all be an elaborate joke. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw that
the front door was open.
Jane came back the next
morning, complaining about how she’d had a lousy night. She’d wanted to go
trick-or-treating with her friends, but realised when she got to Kate’s house
that she’d forgotten her mask. She said she swore she’d put it in her bag.
I don’t know who was in
my room that night. My Mom filed a police report but they never caught the
figure in the dark. The only thing they found was a pair of discarded
binoculars across the street from our house. He was watching me.
I always check the
front door is locked before going to bed now. And next Halloween I’ll make sure
I’m staying at a friend’s. I don’t know what the figure in the dark would've
done to me if I hadn't been awake, but I don’t think I would've been here to
write the story today.