Early morning, the sun hasn’t even dusted the sky with a touch of color yet. Everyone’s asleep but myself and the exceptionally large dog we live with, Winston. I’m brewing up some coffee when I’m overwhelmed by a ton of things happening at once. A chill goes down my spine, I hear a distant otherworldly woman’s voice, Winston jumps and barks, the cats hiss and run, the room goes even darker than it already was and I can feel (along with hear) the creaking of the wooden floor boards as someone rushes through the dining room towards us.
I hit the light and spin around… But there’s nothing. Winston’s hackles are up, but otherwise he’s standing there looking as confused as myself. Just as quickly, everything goes back to normal. “Normal”.
I chuckle nervously, tell a few people but otherwiselet the incident go with just a lingering uneasy feeling.
Murphy mentions how much unused space there is in the wall between the kitchen and living room. Someone built in a little shelf and hutch, but there’s a good portion of it that’s just empty. Ethan suggests that it’s just the opening to make it easier to get into the basement. Look at that, the boy has a more level head than myself.
Yesterday however… the house gets swarmed by hundreds of flies. Most are trying to get in at the window by the dining room. We couldn’t figure out where they came from or why they’re around, but they’re still buzzing around this morning. So as a joke I send a Marco polo and creep up on the basement and pop it open. As I’m recording, I realize Ethan’s theory about the space is wrong. It’s a sealed box tucked away.
The previous roommate jumped ship on short notice… But come to find out she didn’t even have any place to go. She left for a hotel. So now I’m thoroughly unnerved, only I’m stuck here at the moment. I don’t have the money to go anywhere else.