“We see dead people, the downside is she doesn’t.”
My sister and I grew up in a village in a certain country in southeast Asia, our home back then was a two-story, with three bedrooms on the second floor one for me, another for my sister’s and the last one is for our parents. I’ve called this a home until I became thirteen and then it became something.
It was the day after my thirteenth birthday, I’m fully exhausted throughout the day with all the pot-busting, parlor games, and other stuff so I decided to lay on my bed and just sleep it off. As I slowly drift myself to sleep, I heard a sudden thud on the ceiling, I hastily opened my eyes and to my shock, I can’t see anything, it’s pitch dark. I slowly stood up and reached for the light switch just at the left side of the door. I flicked the light switch on and nothing happened, still I’m in my dark room, I tried switching it on and off multiple times but still, it doesn’t work, that’s where the creep reached me. I can hear someone breathing just above me, I can feel its icy cold breath that smells like death touching my forehead, I quickly glanced at the ceiling but to no avail, I saw nothing but darkness, I reached for the doorknob and ran downstairs while screaming on top of my lungs.
I saw mom downstairs looking at me with such worried eyes asking me what happened, I told her what took place in my room. She went with me upstairs and as she pulls open the door there’s no one inside and the light was turned on, she tried it to turn it off and on again and it worked. Was it just my mind playing tricks on me? But what about the chilling putrid breath I felt? I shrugged it off and slept with the lights on.
The next day I played with my sibling Ciara, who’s two years younger than me, we unwrapped the dollhouse I got yesterday as a birthday gift, we usually share toys, dresses and secrets, we’re like best friends sisters. As I disassemble the plastic furniture from their package frames, Ciara went to the kitchen downstairs to get some snacks so we could play cooking afterward. I was left inside my room alone. As I assemble some figures, with my keenest sense I heard someone giggling in the ventilation on my ceiling just over my head, I was hesitant to look up but what would a dead-curious just-turned-thirteen do? So I slowly lifted my head with extreme nervousness then Ciara banged the door really loud, that made my heart jumped. She laughed seeing me shocked with her grand entrance, with all the irritation I can muster, I threw the stuffed toys just behind me at her. After all, those lousy throwing we went back to finishing the dollhouse. At the middle of our play Ciara stopped and looked at my forehead, with her shocked expression and pale skin I can tell that there’s blood on my forehead, she’s afraid of blood, I quickly wiped my head with my arms and ran down the kitchen sink to clean those blood. It turns out it came from something else since I have no visible wounds on my forehead. After cleaning up, I went upstairs and told Ciara that it was just a bad prank, that I stored some ketchup in my room and put some on my head while she was busy playing with dolls, even though I have a hint where it came from.
The night has fallen and I’m totally scared and nervous. After I’m done with all of my before-bed routines, I stood still under the ventilation in my room, looking upward, I may seem brave but for each second that passes my heart pounds faster. While directly staring into the dark abyss just above me. Someone rushed to my room and popped out of my door, I was startled and I fell on my feet, yes, it’s Ciara again saying goodnight to me. She laughed on her way back to her room. I decided to keep it off of my imagination and laid down on my comfy bed with the lights again, turned on. As I venture the deepest dreamlands in my sleep, I was awakened by a cold puff that runs from my left ear up to my right cheeks. I opened my eyes and again I can’t see anything, there’s no difference between keeping my eyes closed and keeping it open. Bullets of cold sweat are now starting to make its way on my face, I never tried to move. I lay down there, on the bed that should keep me comfortable and relaxed feeling the opposite. After a few seconds, I can slowly feel something on my face, something sticky and it smells like rotten flesh, I grabbed my blanket and covered my whole body assuming that it’ll keep me safe throughout the night until my fear has finally given in and I fell asleep.
This became a recurring event sometimes it happens in three consecutive days, sometimes just once a week, I became less and less frightened of the dark until that night when things have changed.
This night my dad went off to work leaving the three of us at home. Right after eating our dinner we stayed in the living room to watch some drama series, the thing we usually do every night, after a few hours, when the clock struck nine, it is the time to face that being again. After doing the things that should be done before bed, I turned on the lights in my room and finally laid myself to slumber, while sleeping deeply, I heard that familiar puffing on my right ear again, I didn’t open my eyes, instead, I pushed myself to go back to sleep but things got worse, the thing no longer blows air, it spoke.
“Let me have those eyes, your face, let me have you!”
It sounded like a voice from an old woman, like a witch murmuring near my ear, with a terrifying giggle. I stood up opened my eyes, I can’t totally see anything, I am frozen at sitting position, my heart is pounding really fast as it wants itself out of my chest, I have dead cold sweats, I am starting to shake and then I heard a scream, Ciara. She’s screaming at the top of her lungs, the sound is coming from somewhere near but I can’t see her, I’m unable to move until I fully recognize the words she’s screaming.
“CAITLYN! THERE’S A MONSTER ON YOUR FACE!”
I recognize seeing strands of hair afterward since the thing looked at Ciara, I pushed myself to the corner of room, as I look at this terrifying creature, no, it’s a terrifying woman, her skin was pale white like she was drained out of her blood, she’s wearing a tattered white nightgown with random smudges of dried blood and dirt, she’s standing on the ceiling upside down and she’s directly looking at Ciara.
“Go downstairs, Ciara!” I shouted. The undead woman turned her face back to me. She has a wide grin, and no eyes, those dark sockets, empty eye sockets that fill half of her face that upon glaring will give you the feeling of being dragged into the deepest chasm of hell. I came to realize that all those nights, it wasn’t actually dark, I was actually directly looking into something, my whole sight was devoured by those abysmal holes. The creature started moving, towards me, twitching with every step, I was petrified right there, I can’t move a single muscle, until finally, it made its way in front of me, I’m seeing all darkness again, I can feel her grip on the back of my head, it’s not letting me go, I gathered all of my strength trying to push its head off me but I can’t, it’s stronger than me. It released a terror-stricken shriek.
“Your body will be mine!”
I heard the floor pounding from the footsteps, it must be mom and Ciara, I heard mom shouting my name, she saw nothing, she saw me pushing something invisible in the air, she saw me struggling to free myself from something, she can’t see the demon inside my room while Ciara keep on screaming, seeing how real my struggles are. She grabbed me by my stomach with her right arm and dragged me and Ciara down the stairs to the living room. At that moment, I was blankly staring at nothing, my body is almost lifeless, I can’t move anything, I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can understand what’s happening, until Ciara screamed that that monstrosity is coming for us, coming for me. The air is filled with adrenaline. Mom, terrified by what’s happening, picked up her car keys and told Ciara to open the car while dragging my drop-dead body outside. We got inside the car and mom drives to our Aunt Lita, I gained my full sanity when we’re far enough from our home. On our road to Aunt Lita, Ciara and I explained to mom what happened, mom called dad then we spent the night at Aunt Lita’s house.
The next day, we left Ciara at Aunt Lita’s house and we went back to our home with dad. When dad opened our main door, a smell of rotting flesh welcomed us, the sofa and furniture were ripped apart, there were animal furs and feathers everywhere, our house is totally messed up. We went to my room and we were surprised by what we saw, there are lots of dead animals, rabbits, chickens, cats, even lizards and there’s a scribble of their blood on my ceiling,
“I almost got you little Caitlyn, until we meet again?”
Quite creepy, wouldn’t you say?