Hi I'm Alice, and I first want to express regret for this
story, since it’s exceptionally lengthy, but I had to put
in all the fine points or else it wouldn't make sense, and
trust me, it’s worth the read. This happened whilst my
friend, Dina, and me were having a sleepover at her past
abode.
Okay, first of all, let me tell you something really
bizarre and kind of freaky. You see, every time I went over
to her house it rained. It might’ve rained really hard or
just drizzle, but it always rained! So I came to her house
and guess what, it was raining. We really wanted to find
out why it always rained when I came over to her address so
I brought over my Ouija board. We waited until it was dark
(around 7:30 pm) and then we toke out my slat. We asked it
why it always rained whenever I went over to her address,
but all the Ouija board said was "midnight", after a long
long time. Now we were sitting here thinking, "Ok, what the
hell does Midnight mean???" We tried asking it what it
meant by that but it didn't say anything else. So then we
gave up and went to watch movies and stuff.
As you may already know, it was raining when I got to her
house, but then at around 8:00 pm it stopped, and then it
was lifeless outside.
The sleepover was going great, prank phone calls and scary
movies and junk food filled the hours. Then her parents
started to get a little irritated with the noise we were
making so we went up to her room, and played with my Ouija
board again. We asked it what it meant by "Midnight", but
again, it said nothing. So we just went and started calling
friends yet again. Then her parents came up to her room and
told us to turn in for the night or at least turn out the
lights and settle down because they really needed their
forty winks, so we did turn out the lights and began to
tell each other funny stories about ourselves and people we
knew.
Now, before I tell you this part of the occurrence, I must
describe some bits and pieces in Dina's room. Her room is
sort of unusually shaped; kind of like a lower-case ‘d.’
Her bed faces a large window, and over to the left of the
large window is a clock and a mirror underneath the clock.
So anyways we were both sitting on her bed in our PJ's,
when we heard a familiar sound: The pitter-patter of little
raindrops. I froze, swallowed hard, and looked at the time.
It was 11:25 pm. I sighed, and looked at Dina. She looked
just as startled as I was. "Thank god it isn't midnight, or
else I would be totally freaked out." I said softly,
listening to the rain grow harder as it struck her
windowpane. "Yeah," Dina whispered, blinking twice. "I know
what you mean."
After a while, we both calmed down and went back to telling
each other funny stories. Then out of the blue Dina
remembered my Ouija board. "Hey you wanna ask it again?"
She said. "Ask it what?" I said, forgetting about the Ouija
board for a second. "The "Midnight" thing." Dina
replied. "Oh yeah," I said, remembering. "Sure." So we got
out my board again, and Dina turned on her table lamp so
there was some light in the room. "Hey how about instead of
your lamp, we could open the window for light. Then it'll
be really eerie, and it'll set the atmosphere." I said,
grinning with the idea. Dina looked taken aback, and then
said, a little halfhearted, "Ok sure....". She got up,
turned off her lamp and opened the window. That was when we
noticed that the light rain was a now dollop of water
bursting heavily upon her window. "Wow," I said. "The rain
sure did get harder." Dina just nodded her head. For a
split second it was totally silent in her room. I stared up
at the clock, noticing that is was now 11:52. Then all of a
sudden, a loud beat of thunder beat down on the earth and a
blinding strike of lightning shot out of the sky right
after it. I gasped, not so much in fear as in
revelation. "Come on," I said unsteadily to Dina. "Do you
wanna ask it or not?" "Of course I wanna ask it." Dina
said, sitting down on the carpeting under the window. I
brought over the board and sat down as well. We both placed
two fingers on it, and I asked it, for the third
time, "What did you mean by 'Midnight'?" For a long time
the board said zilch and we were about to give up when
suddenly, we felt the planchette begin to drag itself over
to the letter "H", then "E" and "L".... and then it
stopped. I stared blankly at the board. "OK..." I
said, "What does that mean?" Dina looked at me and
shrugged. The board paused for a while before beginning to
move again. It moved away from the letter "L" to a vacant
space on the board, then again to the "L", and then to
the "O". I blinked. "Hello???" Dina and me said at the same
time, confused. Now, usually, in the movies, right after we
say "hello" at the same time, lightning and thunder are
supposed to appear and then a ghost comes... but that
wasn't the case. The rain kept going though. I asked the
board why it said that and it said, "Time". This puzzled
me, until I looked up at the clock. It was MIDNIGHT. I
gasped, and pulled my fingers off the planchette, flinging
the board to the other side of the room. I stood up, and
Dina did too and by the look on her face I could tell she
was distressed.
In agreement on the fact that we no longer wanted to sleep
in her room, we both began to make our way downstairs. By
now the rain had become awfully fierce and the thunder and
lightning had escalated. As we were on the stairs, we heard
someone talking in Dina's room. We both stopped dead in our
tracks. I was mid-step when I heard the words that were
coming from her room. "Rain... make it all rain and fall
down… down…. Down… falling down from the sky you breathe
your last breath,” it sounded like a raspy man's voice
singing the song over and over like a broken record. I felt
a shriek rise in my throat but when I tried to scream
nothing more then a whimper came out. Dina grabbed my arm
so tightly I thought it would fall off and then she shot
down the stairs, dragging me down with her, into her
bathroom. Dina locked the door and then when she looked at
me I could see she was scared too. We heard those strange
words again and then heavy footfalls coming down the stairs
as the words continued and the voice became louder and more
horrifying. I closed my eyes tightly and prayed to god that
the sounds would stop, but this was reality and they
didn't. The disembodied voice then said, “I’m coming, no
matter what you do, I’m coming! Run! Run away before I get
you!” I felt another scream rising in my throat, and this
time it burst out of my body, a shrill, frightened scream.
Then Dina slapped her hand over my mouth. “Shut up!” She
whispered. I mumbled something to her but I don’t remember
what I said exactly. “It isn’t a ghost.” Dina said in a
voice so quiet I could hardly hear it even though she was
standing right beside me. “It’s probably a psychopath from
a mental hospital, who escaped.” She paused, licking her
lips. She was acting valiant but I knew deep down she was
probably even more scared then I was. “He doesn’t know
where we are. If we stay quiet, he’ll most likely give up
and leave.” Dina paused again, then slowly backed
away. “Now,” She said, still quiet. “I’m going to take my
hand off your mouth and you have to swear not to scream
once more.” I nodded quickly and Dina removed her hand. The
whole time that we were talking to each other, it was
completely silent, apart from the sound of rain pitter-
pattering on the small bathroom window. We both stood
together in the bathroom, waiting for something occur. I
could feel beads of sweat rolling down my cheeks. I looked
over at Dina. Her eyes were red and her fingers were
twitching from fear. “Dina,” I said gently. “I don’t think
he’s going to leave until he finds us.” Dina nodded and
shifted as quietly as possible. Then we both hid in the
bathtub with the curtain hanging over us like a drape,
hiding us from our dread. That night, I had never
experienced more fear in my life. I felt like time had
stopped and all I had to do was wait… linger until the
crazy fugitive mental patient or specter or monster or
suchlike, came and killed the both of us.
For a few minutes it was silent. Until there was a quiet
knock on the door, and a voice saying, “I see you, don’t
think I don’t see, let me in! I’LL KILL YOU! LET ME IN!”
the voice continued yelling at us and laughing chaotically
as it screamed, banging on the door. Dina and me were both
screaming. I thought it was the end for both of us. I don’t
know how to explain the overpowering fear of knowing for
certain that you are going to dir soon, and you can’t stop
it. The sounds of the voice and the banging were driving me
insane. I could no longer stand the fear. But then all of a
sudden I did the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my whole
entire life. I lunged out from behind the shower curtain,
adrenaline pounding throughout my body. I slammed my whole
body against the bathroom door, placed my hand onto the
lock, quickly clicking the door open, all the while hearing
the voice and feeling the sensations of the banging. I
don’t know what came over me. I couldn’t stand the waiting
anymore, because then I knew I was going to die soon, and I
was tired. Weary of living my last few seconds out in
terror. It’s unexplainable, I was exhausted and almost
ready to be killed by whatever it was that was out there. I
put all my weight onto the door, thrusting it open.
Usually, in movies, as soon as I opened the door a
grotesque looking phantom with one appendage and one leg
and disfigured features and stuff would be waiting for me
with a blade… but this wasn’t the case. I fell outside onto
the plush rug in Dina’s lobby. Dina was still in the
washroom. I listened for a while. It was dead silent. Not a
sound, not even the rain or the typical sounds a house
made. No body was there outside the door, or in the lobby,
or anywhere in the house except her, her parents and me. It
was as if our whole terrifying escapade on no account
happened.
Swallowed up in shock, I crawled back into the washroom,
powerless to stand. I was shaking and my entire body was
pale, even the tips of my fingers, from panic. I
unhurriedly opened the shower curtain, feeling feeble. Dina
was huddled up, dead stiff and her skin solid white, in the
bathtub. I could see her breathing, slowly and quickly. Her
hands were both in fists by her chin; her arms close to her
chest and quickly rising and falling as she breathed
rapidly. Her teeth were clenched together hard, her eyes
were wide and the pupils were minuscule. I don’t know what
happened then because I think I passed out.
The next morning I was lying on Dina’s couch, a bedspread
resting on me. Dina’s father was standing over me, his face
a solemn frown. Dina was sitting on the other sofa, her
mother hugging her and rubbing her shoulders. Dina, looking
as petrified as ever, tears streaming from her eyes, looked
at me, and she mouthed the words “I’m so scared”. I nodded,
shivering, the memory of the night before came flooding
back filling my head with frightening imagery. Suddenly I
felt like bawling. I sat upright, and sobbed. Dina’s
parents toke hours to calm us down. Until finally we both
stopped crying. Her parents began to ask questions.
“What happened?” Her mother asked. I could say naught.
Neither could Dina. “Tell me now.” Her mother said firmly.
Dina opened her mouth slowly. “N-nothing happened.” She
whispered inaudibly. “Then why are you two so panic-
stricken?” Her father asked us both. I opened my mouth to
speak but nothing came out. It was like I lost my voice
that night. Dina just told her parents that a burglar had
broken into the house and we just happened to be there. He
harassed us and then left. Her parents asked if he toke
anything, and we said no. Then they asked why we weren’t
hurt if he had harassed us. We were silent then. They
decided not to ask any more questions, and called the
police. Dina and I just stared at each other, trying to
figure out what to do when the police would come. The
police did come, but said they found nothing stolen and no
evidence of anyone breaking in. But Dina’s parents didn’t
question us, although the police did. All we said was that
he locked us into the washroom, but we told so many lies
that we kept getting caught up in them, forgetting one lie
after another, until the police finally gave up trying to
get the truth out of us.
A month afterward Dina’s family moved houses. I asked why
but they wouldn’t say. They still live in the town but to
defend them from any media hype I won’t say where.
Dina now denies that any of that ever happened when people
ask her about it, although we both talk about it in
private. I talk about it without stinting, even though I
fear people will call me crazy, but when I ask Dina in
front of disbelieving people to back me up, she
says, “You’ve got a wild imagination.” But if you look
closely, you could see her features grow pale and you could
see her hands quiver from the remembrance of the hours of
darkness when we encountered an insane entity.
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