DanisL1213

I (Lakshmi) want (to go to sleep) because (I’m tired from today) but (I hear footsteps)

I suddenly woke up, hearing something downstairs. I hazily blinked my eyes and looked at the clock, expecting it to be early morning and that my parents were awake making that noise. It was 2:30, right in the middle of the night. I closed my eyes, about ready to be knocked out in the next second, until I heard it again. Footsteps. Usually I wouldn't care, but these footsteps were different. They sounded like a little kid running around on the middle floor. There would be little patter sounds of the feet and then some scratching. It went on and on and on. My eyes opened wide listening and thinking. Could it be an animal? It definately didn't sound like one. No way could it be my parents. Their footsteps would be more prominent and loud. This was the footsteps of a little kid. I was so sure about it. Then again I could be delirious and half asleep. I desperately wanted to drift off since I knew I would have to get up for school and I didn't want to be tired all during the day. I slowly got up and sat on my bed, still listening. Patter scratch patter scratch. I started biting my nails and my breathing became shallow and frantic. I stood up and started walking to my door. I surreptitiously opened the door and stepped out in the hallway, staring down at the top of my stairs. I stood there for 5 minutes swaying back and forth, listening. The footsteps were still there, but quieter, as if it knew I was there listening. My heart was beating faster and I started to sweat out of fear. I weighed my options. I could yell downstairs to wake my parents up, or confirm that one of my parents was actually walking around softly. Maybe I would get my softball bat and creep downstairs If it could be an intruder or anything. Would an intruder be so stupid and loud? Or, I could run into my brother's room and wake him up. I went for the obvious choice and ran into my brother's room. "Wake up. I hear footsteps downstairs and I'm really freaking out. Have you heard them? Can you go check?" I bit my nails harder. "I'm serious, wake up, I'm about ready to scream I'm that scared." He sighed. Ofcourse I knew he would be frustrated since I woke him up. "Lakshmi, It's nothing okay? Just go back to sleep or something. You can sleep on my floor If you really have to. Stop bothering me." He lay his head back down, and was out.I listened. I didn't hear the footsteps. I didn't hear anything except dead silence. I cautiously walked back to the hallway gazing down the stairs, expecting to see a little body run by. Something staring right back up at me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't and quickly grabbed my blankets, sprinting down the hall. I closed my brother's door and lay down on the floor. My mind started to wander. I've seen way too many horror movies, so I was thinking the worst possible scenarios. I was thinking that it could be a ghost or paranormal activity. I'm pretty sure I don't have any dead relative close to me. I know I don't. Maybe. That's when I heard a couple more footsteps, louder and closer. I shut my eyes, frustrated. Why did I have to wake up? Why is this happening? What is going on? I could barely keep my eyes open, and next thing I knew I drifted off. I dreamed of what was going on in reality. I dreamed i had my softball bat and I was steadily walking down the stairs, towards those little footsteps noise. I was ready to hit a homerun with whatever was down here. I took a left turn and started walking towards my parents room and silently kicked their door open. I stood there. "Mom. Dad." Nothing. I repeated louder. Still nothing. I heard the footsteps behind me, running closer and closer. I loosened my grip and the softball bat fell to the floor. I panicked, suddenly I woke up. My heart was racing and my knuckles were white. I took out my phone and looked at the time. 4:44?!?! This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I instinctively listened. Nothing, absolute silence. I looked out the window at the dark dark sky. The full moon cast small shadows in the room. I pulled my blanket over my head and tightly shut my eyes. For the next 2 hours I slept and woke up, thinking and sleeping over and over again. I woke up at 6:30, 15 minutes before my alarm. I sat up for the rest of the time in shock. My alarm went off and I left it running. I got up and went to my room looking in my mirror. I noticed my hands were shaking. I gulped down some air and walked out to the stairs. I walked down, aware of everything. I saw my dad was awake. "Hi. Did you hear anything at all last night?" I told him my side and what I heard. He looked at me dumbfounded. He got up and walked around the house checking the locks. "No." ofcourse since my dad is a realistic person.. "It might've been an animal in the attic, or you could've been dreaming since you were half asleep." "Yeah." I said, not even bothering to argue otherwise. I clearly heard little footsteps and scratching on the main floor. I couldn't have been imagining it all up. Could I? Was everything real last night? What was real and what wasn't? I really need to know what the cause of the noise was... and what was going to happen tonight?