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In Loving Memeory

October 1, 2015
By Yotta28 BRONZE, Wilmington, Delaware
Yotta28 BRONZE, Wilmington, Delaware
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Do you know what was the scariest experience for me when I was little? Well you’re about to find out. I had the scariest experience.

                
It first started off when earlier that day me and my sister were fixing our room around. By the end of the night we still wasn’t finished. So me and my sister had to share my bed. Her bed wasn’t put up yet it was leaning against our door. So at that moment we couldn't close our door, we slept with it opened.

Everyone had went to sleep in the house. I'm the only one that's still wake. At first I had thought I was hearing things. But i wasn't it was real. I hear creaking down the bottom of my steps, I  really didn't pay it no mind.

 Moments later as I hear someone slowly creaking up the steps and I slept closer to the door. So that made me even more scared. I keep hearing them slowly come up. I put my head under the cover frightened and sweating. My sister didn't hear it she was asleep. I'm under the covers hoping the person or whoever it was to go away.

 Whoever the person was finally hits the top of the stairs, i'm get horrendously terrified, panicking under the covers in silence. The person enters the room slowly but quiet, I feel my bed at the bottom of my feet crunch down. As the person reached and touched my leg. Afterwards I did not feel that person get off the bed or hear them leave the room. The person just disappeared out of nowhere, I’m still scared under the cover shaking, scared to remove  my head from under.

So I notice that the person was no longer there with me. I remove my head from the covers and there was no one in sight. That was a big relief but I was still shaking. Then I thought about it and said to myself that couldn’t of been nobody else, but my poppop spirit. Who died in this house, in the bathroom on the toilet and at that time I wasn’t even brought into this world yet.

I never got to spend time and really know who my poppop really was. I just knew that when I got older he was no longer with here. That’s why I knew that it was him that was in my presents that night . He was coming back to let me know that he was still there with me. I miss and love him dearly, I wish he was still here with us. I know he’s in a better place now. I will never forget him.


The author's comments:

Most people probaly had an experience similar to mines but different


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