"Someone in the house" Creepypasta

I'm awake I don't recall falling asleep and I'm not really sure how I got into bed but I'm awake now there was a very distant ringing in my ears sort of like the aftermath of a concussive blast that makes you deaf only this ringing seems far off inside my head must have had a rough night I suppose but though honestly I can't really recall the previous evening or any evening for that matter yep must be one hell of a night I roll out of bed and my feet hit the cold hard tile floor of my bedroom rubbing my hands over my face I tried to shake the cobwebs of sleep and whatever I may have drank last night out of my head glancing out of the nearby window of the bedroom I see a gloomy overcast sky and a light rain falling on the leafless forest of trees that surround my property is it fall I honestly cannot remember but I swear to God I will never drink that much again I have made that same hollow promise a hundred times before I'm sure moving off of the bed I walked down the hallway and descend the staircase that leads to the main level of the house and the top three stairs creak under my weight as they always do moving down the stairs I can see outside through the Amityville Horror style windows over the entryway that the drizzle and clouds have settled in and are likely going to be hanging around a while I'm not going to go out to work today wait I don't have work today right is the weekend isn't it I shaved my head vigorously and make that same hollow promise to God again this day is going to be far worse than my night must have been the kitchen has a digital clock so I stumble into it to check the day and time just in case I don't need to call in sick clock saves 9 a.m. I'm late if it's a weekday and it is Sunday excellent time to crash on the couch and do nothing my god I'm tired a couch is calling my name right now I leave the kitchen and move through the archway into the living room noticing that the hardwoods are just as cold as the tiled floors upstairs a small shiver moves up my spine and I make a turn toward the thermostat to crank the heat up before lying down and covering up with a throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch the one cold leather of the couch creaks under my wait I hear the familiar click of the thermostat as the heat kicks on and pull the blanket in tighter close my eyes and try to fall asleep maybe this hangover was one I ever had and a cell can't remember the party will be gone after a good late morning nap the whispers start immediately a bolt upright on the couch from the blanket decide as I do and I scan the room aside from me the living room is empty the upstairs bathroom fan is running did I leave it on did I even go to the bathroom this morning I sneak quietly from the living room through the kitchen and peek around the corner silent as a Churchmouse I had to have been a ninja my past life or something I lock up the stairs and see that the bathroom light is on and the exhaust fan is definitely running maybe I destroy the toilet last night and left it running to kill the smell before stumbling to bed I think but the whispering starts again and it's coming from the bathroom no time for subtlety now so I bolt up the stairs the top three creeks as usual and bursts into the bathroom if there is someone in there they are about to get their ass kicked but the bathroom is empty and the whispering has stopped okay I'm far more hungover than I thought I flipped the bathroom wall switch to kill the lights and the bathroom fan then realized my bed isn't far away at all sleep I need sleep I'm so tired the bed is there in my room dark and inviting I'll just sleep this off and wake up feeling much better time for that nap I lay down on the bed sinking into the mattress like butter melting on a hot pan pull the covers up to my chin close my eyes and sleep or at least I think I went to sleep I'm definitely awake but I don't recall falling asleep or dreaming the darkness has crept into the room like a stealthy thief casting shadows on the far wall that look like little demons ready to jump out of there two dimensional wall canvas an attack as full-blown three-dimensional Horrors must be nighttime because I can't see anything through the window but I can still hear the faint pattering of the rain on the roof I throw the blankets back sit up and rub my face again still tired and groggy and hungover I leave the demons behind me on the bedroom wall and head to the bathroom the light is still off so I flip it on the light from the molded glass fixture dances all over like little crystal ballerinas and the exhaust fan comes on as I turn to the mirror to face myself and dreading the sight I will behold in this rough state sounds from downstairs freeze me in my tracks it is the unmistakable sound of silverware on plates someone is eating dinner in my house the top three stairs creak once again as I fly down to the first floor burst into the kitchen throwing the door wide as I enter and head towards the dinner table by the bay window there are plates here remnants of a half-eaten meal on each of them but whoever was here eating my food left in a hurry when they heard me coming the hardwood floor leading to the front door sounds like a herd of elephants is holding a track meet on it the assholes are running out the front door as I quickly head to the entryway I see the door closed and here the deadbolt click into place they have a key they must have because they just locked the door from the outside I peer through the stained glass window slits that sit on either side of the front door but I cannot see anyone in the cold black rain soaked night enjoy the weather assholes the idea that someone was in my house eating my food and has a key disturbs me there were clearly more than one and while my past life ninja skills might help me fight them if they return I don't want to pin my survivability hopes on a reincarnation theory besides I'm just so tired that the cops do their job I grabbed the phone off the wall and dial nine-one-one nothing I hang up and try again still nothing there is no dial tone did they cut the lines now I'm mad they were in my house eating my food and now they have cut the phone lines well they don't have a car because I would have heard it fire up and drive off their asses a mine as I storm out of the kitchen towards the front door I leave a trail of dinner plates silverware half-eaten food and anything else on the counters strewn on the floor that dull ringing in my ears has intensified a bit I'm tired and grouchy but I don't care I am mad I open the front door so fast I don't even feel the brass handle in my palm it slams shut behind me taking long determined strides into my fog-covered front yard seems the rain has let up I start scanning for assholes and elbows because I'm sure they are running away I spend the next hour searching the yard along the tree line but don't find any sign of people whoever they were they were long gone by now and damn it I'm still tired as hell I don't have time for this as I head back to the house I notice that the lights in the entryway are on they cast a glowing image of those Amityville windows above the doorway onto the stone slab porch and front yard and the front door is open I don't remember closing it when I know I heard it's slammed shut behind me I break into a full run and charged into the house stirring up a vortex of wet dead leaves in my wake a notice said that ring in my ears has increased in intensity and I can hear the dinner whispers over the tone in my head as I storm under the cold sleep floor of the entryway I see three people the first is clearly a priest of some sort he is holding up a rosemary with one hand and a small open Bible in the other the second person is a short sad looking woman the floor-length coat old tied around her its fur line trim and collar clinched closed with little wooden pegs the third person is my daughter I almost forgot I have a daughter how could I forget her she's beautiful standing there in front of me I have a tremendous sense of loss and I realize I miss us so much but I can't figure out why didn't I just see her the other day well didn't I images of a beach the warm salty air on a windy day flashed through my mind my little girl is there and we are flying a kite I can hear the waves crashing onto the sugar sand shore and my daughter laughing as we run through the surf flying a kite it was a great day she was so young beautiful and full of life she's crying now mouth covered by her hands as she scans the area of the entryway we are all standing in she looks at me quickly then the gaze moves on searching but for one the sad little woman in the fur-trimmed coat however looks right at me she has a grin on her face as she Pat's the priest on the shoulder and shakes a head the priest stops waving that stupid throws me around go silent then moves to hold my daughter as if to console her he is here says a short woman my daughter lets out a sub and the ringing in my ear gets louder he is confused and angry he doesn't understand yet my daughter uncovers a mouth and her lips quiver she squints our eyes as if to hold back more tears can he hear me what's he saying she asks the short woman shakes her head it doesn't work like that he can hear you yes but I don't hear what he says just emotions feelings you can speak to him my little girl little no longer as I've realized she's a fully grown woman now wipes tears away from her eyes sniffles and offers a smile I sort of laugh because she must think she's looking at me but instead she's looking just off to my left why wouldn't she be able to look right at me I'm standing right in front of them all dad you can go now we're going to be okay mom and I love you and miss you so much but you have to go you will be better off my daughter laughs a little and smiles that smile I always love to see don't worry I won't let mom sell the house I know you love it the ringing in my ears is nearly deafening now but I do not care why is she talking to me like this what she want me to leave why is she not the 10 year old girl from my memory I began screaming these questions to her the ringing has become full-blown pain in my head but I don't care I pressed my hands to my ears trying to block out the noise and continue screaming my questions at my daughter the short woman shakes her head again she casts a sad look towards my daughter he's angry he's screaming at you I can't hear the words but he doesn't understand why you're saying these things he's very very confused he doesn't know it is time to move on from this life wait what did she just say I stopped screaming and lo my hands ringing in my ears is subsiding and instead begins a slow descent into a single harmonious tone what if she mean that it's time to move on my daughter smiles again I've missed that so much daddy we love you it is time for you to move on you can't keep scaring the hell out of mom and I we appreciate you staying with us to make sure we okay and we are but you need to go behind my daughter the kitchen doorway suddenly flares the life the brightest light I've ever seen pure clean and inviting the harmonious tone grows louder not painful but inviting I look away and to the three people standing before me they do not see the light it beckons me so I begin to walk towards it the short woman Pat's my daughter's hand and not ahead her smile tells me she knows what is happening even if I do not I move closer to the light its beams of white falling over me like long loving arms haunting me into their embrace the tunnel entrance is so close now but I stopped and turned and look at my daughter one last time my mouth the words I love you knowing that no sound will come from my lips the short woman whispers to my daughter she subs briefly then says I love you too daddy I step into the tunnel and let the light take me the tunnel isn't very long and the light near the end begins to shift I can smell warm salty air and I hear the crashing waves and a sugar sand shore my little girl giggles you

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Id: CB2Put6nVaQ

Length: 18min 30sec (1110 seconds)

Published: Fri Mar 25 2016