16. Home Alone... I Think
One day, Tpenning wasn’t feeling well, so they stayed home from work. They were in bed, asleep on their back with a pillow over their face, when they heard their door open. They were still half-asleep, so they didn’t fully register the door being opened. Then, they felt a pressure on their stomach like someone was poking them with two or three fingers. They jumped and heard the sound of retreating footsteps, but the pillow was still over their head so they couldn’t see who or what it was. The footsteps sounded more like a light pitter-patter than actual human footsteps.
Assuming it was their mother home from lunch break, they at first thought nothing of it. Checking their phone, they saw it was only 10 am, much too early for their mom to be home. As they were sitting in bed, exactly what had happened began to settle in, and they started getting really nervous.
Suddenly, the door opened. They ran from their room through a different door that leads outside and called their mother. She came home, and they looked through the house together. While they were looking, the door handle to a closet started to jiggle violently, freaking both of them out. That night, the two told the writer’s stepfather, who at first didn’t believe them. He only started to after weird things started happening all over the house - pans flying across the kitchen, stuff randomly falling from the walls, and the new cat freaking out for no apparent reason.