source: Pixabay
It was late at night when I returned home from my shift. I was absolutely exhausted after such a day. Nothing but back and forth for sixteen hours straight. My feet were screaming for mercy as I unlocked my front door and stepped inside. I turned on the entry way light to my right before locking up and taking off my jacket, setting it down on top of my wooden chair next to the dining room table. But as soon as I had done so, something felt off... I couldn’t quite place my finger on it as I scanned the living room. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary until I saw a faint glimmer of light coming from down the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
My eyes widened slowly and I felt a sense of panic wash over me. Something was here with me. But that couldn’t be right. I live alone. I make sure my lights are always off before leaving the house. If there was anything my mother had beaten into me, it sure was not to waste electricity.
My feet felt like moving ten ton bricks as I approached the hallway. I wasn’t sure what I was to be expecting as I made my way down. In the middle where my bathroom sat, the door was swung wide open and the yellow bulb was shining bright. I felt tense as I forced myself to look. My arms shaking violently as I held on and peered around the corner of the doorway.
To my relief, there was no one there. Immediately, I relaxed, letting out a deep sigh and shaking my head. “I’ve just been working too hard. Surely I can slip up once in a while” I said to myself as I switched off the light. I smiled as I walked back to the living room, not believing I let myself get so paranoid over a single light being on. Then I saw her.
As I exited the hallway to the living room, I saw her. Her dark hair in a mangy mess, covering just enough of her face to where it was barely visible. Her clothing was pure white, a complete contrast to her appearance by how clean her dress was. I tensed up again, not able to take my eyes off her.
My legs refused to respond as I was frozen in place. No matter how much I wanted to move I couldn’t. Her gaze was paralyzing to the core and she knew it. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. It was as if she stole my voice. I’m not sure I even blinked during the whole encounter, but as I gazed longer on her face, I realized it was indiscernible. An amalgamation of unnatural shapes that tried to appear human but couldn’t get it right.
The confrontation felt like an eternity. She wouldn’t move an inch. I don’t think she was even breathing. But I could feel her gazing into my very being. And then… She was gone. I finally blinked, extremely anxious and confused. How could she be gone when I had my eyes on her the whole time? I quickly checked my surroundings but she was nowhere to be found. Not in any closet nor bedroom. Although I couldn’t see her, I certainly could feel her. A little voice in the back of my head told me this wouldn’t be the last encounter.
This post was a little something that I wanted to test with that I might turn into a bigger project. When I lived in my old house, we use to have some strange things happen every so often. This particular experience had happened to me around 5 years ago. Funnily enough, I tend to forget about it until this time of the year when it all comes rushing back.