Scary Stories III

It’s happened again.

Something scary. In my house.

I was just hanging out at my desk, multitasking. And then it happened. At first I thought it could be air coming in through the window in the closet. But that would only explain the closet door. And if it were that, the door would be doing this the entire time we’ve lived here.

The closet door and bedroom door opened at the same time.

I froze in my chair. I didn’t know whether to close the doors or not. I’ll admit, I was afraid that 1) I would not be able to close them or 2) they would open by themselves again. So, I just sat at my desk until the scariness passed.

After ten minutes or so, I closed the closet door. To be honest, I was scared a Boogie Man would come out and scream, or blow it’s hot breath in my face… but it didn’t. Thank you, Mr. Boogie Man.

I decided it was bedtime, but I was too scared to close the bedroom door. I contemplated closing it, because I like being in a little box while I sleep, and I don’t want people hearing me in case I start sleep talking. All I remember was turning off the tv.

When I woke up the next day, my bedroom door was closed. At first I thought it was my mom closing it. But when I asked her, she denied it.

I carried about my business as usual. Sat at my desk, chatted it up, ate some breakfast, did some homework, and BAM! It happened again. At this point, I was annoyed, I opened my bedroom window to see if it was windy, but as soon as I opened it, my bedroom door slammed shut. I know that this wasn’t because I opened the window, if the door did anything due to me opening the window, the outside would have to be sucking air out of my room to be able to slam the door. It wasn’t windy, and the air wasn’t being sucked out of my room.

One day, I’ll get to the bottom of this. For the moment, I’m scared of the scary.