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In the past I’ve wrote about how I love to watch television shows about spooky ghost stories. I’ve told you how I get wrapped up in them, how even movies like Paranormal Activity or Insidious can suck me in. I get so involved in it all and can totally suspend my disbelief, but when the program finishes, a little part of it stays with me. This usually means that when I finally go upstairs at night I usually illuminate my path. It’s stupid, but I do it.
But last night, something weird happened, and it nearly caused me to crap my pants, or at the very least leave a good skid mark.
At about 1am, when everyone was still awake, I could hear the tap going in the bathroom next to my room. Upstairs, there is just my room, a bathroom, and my sister’s room, and as no one else needs to come up here, all the doors are open. A dripping tap isn’t unusual. I went into the bathroom to shut it off. Strange, I thought, as it was the hot tap that was running. If I’d used the sink to wash my hands, it would have been the cold tap I used last.
At about half three, l was on my netbook watching Arrested Development. The episode finished, and about 30 seconds later I heard what sounded like a key being thrown up the stairs. The sound couldn’t have been anything else. It was a key hitting carpet, I would bet my life on it. Not noticing the time, I thought my dad was still awake. I walked down the stairs, searching for this key on each step. I got to the bottom of the stairs and I could hear him snoring away. I walked up the stairs and into my room. I thought maybe a key had dropped from my desk, except I don’t own a set of keys (I lost them and had to fork out £15 for replacements at my old flat!). I searched around, but nothing. It was then I looked into my sister’s room.
A key was lying in the middle of her floor.
Now, you’ll probably think I’m crazy, and I probably shouldn’t write about such a strange occurance on here, but yo, this key was in the middle of the mother fucking floor. It couldn’t have been on a desk, a bed, a futton. No windows were open. It hadn’t been hanging up somewhere and fell, it was in the middle of the god damn floor.
Make your own mind’s up on this one, but I was freaked out. Two people have died in this house (that I know of). I heard someone throw a key on the floor, and I find a key in the middle of the floor.
I’ll now return to talking about TV/film stuff, but anyone have any idea what it could be? Y’all have any strange stories of your own?
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