PRESENT DAY (1st person)

It's pouring outside and the doorbell rings. It's three in the morning. I'm upstairs reading. Too lazy to get up, I look through the window and see a hazy figure. I tried to see what it was and leaned closer to the window, and there's actually nothing there. So I just rub my eyes and go back to bed to continue reading. Just the water messing with the bell probably.

The doorbell rings again and again about three to four times getting more hasty all the while. I make my way downstairs to see what the ringing was all about. I open the door when a blinding flash followed by a loud crack makes my head cock back. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I see nothing. "huh, that's strange". Just me in the cold. The sound of the rain pattering against the asphalt was calming. I stay for a minute or so; I slowly feel increasingly cold and so I go back inside and upstairs to get back to reading, again.

The rain has slowly reduced to a mere trickle and I notice a dripping sound. I think I didn't shut the tap properly and just didn't hear it over the rain and so I go towards the sound, turning the lights on along the way. I notice the carpet near the bathroom door is damp, that's worrying me. I reach my hand out to the cold doorknob and slowly turn it. The door opens with an eerie creek. I see some weird fuzz and I immediately turn the lights on; Nothing, there is absolutely nothing; No drip, no water, nothing.

I am clearly seeing things, and it only made sense. I hadn't gotten the appetite to eat anything since breakfast. I close the door and realize the carpet is actually completely dry; Strange. So I think ill just grab my phone and head downstairs and grab something to eat from the fridge. I grab my phone and just as I'm about to turn back, I hear a loud scratching sound. It sounds like it's coming from downstairs, but I refuse to believe it; I'm trying to think it was some animal outside frantically trying to get out of the cold escapes, But there's no denying that it sounded like it came from the inside. Okay Al its nothing, there's not gonna be anything there just go, have food.

 As I slowly make my way down the stairs, the sound grows louder and more crisp. I shake it off and run down and turn to the right. I fall back with fear. The wallpaper is all torn up and the drywall behind it. There's harsh scratch marks and some white deposit. I assume the best, that it was from the drywall. The air is chalky and dusty and something just doesn't feel right. Something's off. 

I decide to just grab a pizza from the fridge and chuck it in the microwave. Surely some hot cheese can fix this. Surely it will make it go away. At least for a bit. Pull it together Al, you're gonna be okay. Suddenly I'm thrown off by a strange smell. A musty, pungent rotting smell. something must've gone bad in the fruit basket and turn around to grab it and throw it out. I go the the bin, trash the three bananas that have gone black and go to the microwave, to that amazing aroma of pizza. 

I suddenly hear a sound. It's random. Sounds like footsteps. Gentle; From small feet. I slowly turn my head, my torso follows; My neck almost reaches the limit, so I turn my body and my vision suddenly darkens.

I see a shapeless figure. It's blurred; Hazy. I tumble backwards onto the fridge in fear. I can't put into words my fear, I can't muster up a scream. My body lays paralyzed . I tried hard to focus my eyes, and saw a little girl. Her emotion dead. Her aura, negative. Her skin had turned gray and coal black in some parts, almost like it had been, burnt. I can not grasp my mind. I lay there helpless, my fragile figure trembling. Al were in deep shit now. Suddenly her head cocks to the side and I hear a crack. I see her figure suddenly rush forward as my vision fades. 

I feel as if I have lost my body, as if I'm left alone with my thoughts. I redraw her figure in my head. She's recognizable, Only barely.