Hey everyone! Today Nick want to tell you how he lived in a real HELL for six months. "Well, our dad was not the most pleasant guy in the world. He drank, he could raise his hand on me, on my mom, and even on my small sister, just because «he was not in the mood». But he had a lot of money, and my mom hadn’t. She simply had no other place to go with two kids. So, we suffered and learned to hide when he was drunk and angry.
That house had three bedrooms and a large kitchen combined with the dining-room. It was close to the woods. It stayed a little apart from the rest part of the town. This place wasn’t really safe because criminals and some lunatics were constantly hanging in the woods, and there was no fence around. That’s why the price was so low and my mother could afford it.
Therefore, she often cried, and she only slept with mom because she was afraid to stay alone in her room.
I was fine. Yeah, it’s not a fancy elite mansion but I quickly made friends with locals. I slept peacefully at night, and when we had Internet connection - my life became almost perfect. I had to run with a bucket to the well to get water, though… but that was a really small pay for a normal and peaceful life! And my mom began to look much better, even younger, despite the hard work and our harsh life.
Anyway, my sister started it all. If in the first month we thought it was just because of a new place and new environment, later it was hard for us to understand the reasons. She just physically could not get into her room - she would fall at the doorway and start crying and trembling. She was also screaming that someone was in there, and it was a terrible monster, menacing her. Of course, I didn't see anything when I came in and calmed her down later.
I should say, I don’t believe in anything mystical at all. How can anything paranormal exist in the 21st century? I mean when we have such high-tech solutions that all the ghosts would be easily caught up… if they ever existed. Anyway, if there is no evidence, it doesn’t exist. That’s what I think. This idea helped me to stay cool, unlike my mom and sister.
But one day something strange happen. I was sitting on the computer in the evening, drinking tea from a mug. I already had two broken keyboards, drenched with tea, and I automatically put a mug on the bedside-table next to my desktop. So it was unreal to flip it over and flood the keyboard with tea.
We don't have any pets. Again I arranged it the way it was difficult to reach the bedside table. It was impossible to flip the mug over by accident. Was it the wind? There were no hurricanes or seismic activity in our regions, and something smaller just wouldn’t even move it. So, I sat there scrolling different versions in my head.
Later we heard some noise at the roof. As if some huge claws were scratching the surface. The evening stopped being somewhat romantic… it turned into some kind of a nightmare.
But we had the attic. Just between the roof and the ceiling there was a small space where you just could not physically fit. Well, unless you lie down and crawl.
I rattled the walls, I checked all the windows and frames. Then I climbed to the roof. There were a few small holes there that apparently were made for the wiring or ventilation. I went up there, looking into the hole with a flashlight, and saw the eyes looking back at me. I almost fell down from the ladder.
So, all these creepy things had a simple explanation. Pigeons.
The shadows also came from them. So, a good imagination plus lantern light and the shadow on the wall becomes a terrible monster. The only thing I still can’t explain is the mug. But I wouldn’t be surprised if there were also some rats in the house. After I set up the mousetraps, things stopped falling. Since then, we sleep quietly and we save money for the repairs".
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