The Presence

Date: 10/17/2016

Kids were disappearing and turning up dead. I knew it was because of an evil presence in the house where they were all staying, because I was staying there too and I could feel It watching me as I moved about the corridors. We had an inkling that this blonde boy of about 10 or 12 was next and so we made him sleep in plain view of all of us. He was on a bench in front of the washing machine in the kitchen. I was sitting on the countertop. As he was sleeping, me and the other girl keeping watch heard a noise in another part of the house. She agreed to stay put while I went to check it out. There was nothing in the room where the noise came from apart from the other kids, so I returned to the kitchen, only to find the other girl crying, the boy's mother screaming, and him nowhere to be seen. The girl tearfully explained that he had been dragged into the washing machine by an unseen presence. Hearing this, his mother opened the washing machine door and climbed inside. The washer was surprisingly big and she went in all the way up to her ankles, where she stopped and began screaming her son's name. Her sobbing clearly indicated that he was nowhere to be seen. I was next. I headed out of the kitchen into the bedroom, feeling this presence at my back, watching my every move. I knew that when my parents heard about the boy's death they would come and collect me, so my reasoning was to hide until they got here, as it wouldn't be long. I climbed into the bed, which had the mattress set deep into the frame so you appeared to be in a little crater of bed, with a book, and pulled the duvet over my head. It wasn't long before something started tugging at the blanket. At first my heart hammered in my chest and I tried to clutch at the blanket and keep it over my face. Then there was this odd acceptance; if it was the ghost, or whatever it was, then there was no escape for me now. I may as well let go. So I did. My dad stood there. "Come on, dude, let's go home."