My Real Experience With Terror - Part 3
4 a.m, I had lied in my son’s bed and closed my eyes. That was the nosiest night since we moved to that house, a year ago. It was a big change in our lives, we had moved from a small apartment in the country side and came to a large house in downtown, very much thanked to my YouTube channel, my second job, which reached 500 thousand subscribers. There was a pain-in-the-ass sound preventing me from sleep. Due to the constant light rain during all night, for some reason I was hearing the water falling through the water trough and hitting its metal bottom. I usually started sleeping on my back, then I changed on my right side, left, face down, all useless, always listening to the irritating noise, unconsciously trying to predict when the next drop of water would hit the metal. I noticed that the time intervals were not deterministic, sometimes it delays a little. “Damn it! I don’t believe I’ll have to get up and go outside at this time! Damn it!”, I thought, trying to accumulate courage and disposition to get off the bed.
After a few minutes, I finally put on my slipper and headed to downstairs, stepping carefully on the stairs, avoiding to make the usual wood noise that could awake my son or wife. The light in dinner room was still on as I left. I avoided to look in the dark, in the corridor, in the TV room and the kitchen in which was beyond human eyes capability. I unlocked the front door and took a carefully look outside with the door a little bit opened. It seemed safe to walk out the door. I noticed that it was still raining, very soft, and the lights in the street were strangely off. “Maybe the lamps are dead” I thought. It was very dark; I could not even see across our empty garage. Our car, I had sold a year ago when we moved to the townhouse, once it was in downtown, we were able to go everywhere by foot or by Uber.
The lack of a moon in the sky made the dark even more dark. I was with my phone in my hands, it was like a part of my body, everywhere I go it was with me, not carrying it was like leaving a limb behind. I turned on my phone’s flashlight and spotted the water trough. The only thing needed was to put something behind it to make it come forth and then the drop of water would not hit the bottom. I went to the trash can by the house, close to the wood fence that separate our property from our left neighbor. The only useful thing I found was an empty catchup bottle. “OK! I’m not going to look for something better at this time. Tomorrow I’ll make it right.”, I talked to myself while putting the empty bottle behind the water trough. “Solved charmingly!”, For an instance, I could forget the creature that haunted me a few hours ago. Actually, it started to become a distant event in my memory. “I’m forgetting. Strange! It seems so far in my past. I need to register each detail while I can remember. They might be important later. At least, it will be a good tale to tell my subscribers.”, I thought while making my way to my office.
I had sat before my computer and began to write everything, every detail, each feeling, all thoughts that passed through my mind. Doing that made me want to look behind and check if I was actually alone, especially when describing the moment that entity tried to look at me, but I was able resist. I remembered the phrase that Johnny Blaze told himself many times before the mirror in that Ghost Rider movie from 2007. “You can’t live in fear.”, I got myself saying it without sound, only my lips were moving. It took 2 hours and half to write everything. It was good enough, very detailed. “I need to work in an hour. I need to sleep at least a little.”, I thought while turning off the computer again and heading to my son’s bed. Without that stupid sound I could fell asleep at last.
“What the fuck!”, I woke up jumping on the bed. It was a very loud noise coming from the front of the house, it was similar to a car alarm, but much louder. Once my son’s bedroom is the back, I walked through the corridor until my bedroom where my son and wife were sleeping. While I was walking to my bedroom, the sound was getting louder and louder, I was certainly going to the sound source, and it was infiltrating inside my head, I was even missing my hearing protection that I have in my drawer at work. When I got in my bedroom, I did not see anybody in the bed. “My son and wife might be downstairs getting ready for work and school.”, I thought, trying to avoid some other thoughts. The sound was coming from outside, I went to the balcony, and I realized it was the house alarm.
“You can’t live in fear…”