The scratching started again, just behind my bedroom wall - slow and steady, like fingernails on plastic. “_SCREECH!”_ they go and I sit bolt upright, frozen like a statue. “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move” my head repeats. I don’t dare to turn around, so I stay there, in position and feel like I am in a dream. I thought I was in a nightmare - but I wasn’t.

It was like someone cared to join me - but why? I don’t want any company - not in my walls I don’t. “W-what’s happening” I shout, but no one hears. “Help! What are you doing!” and before I know it, a creature comes to me and puts its hands on my mouth so I become unable to speak. My eyes are open as far as they can with panic seeping into my bones. Who is this person and why are they here?

The creature plainly laughs hysterically, the kind of uncanny laugh which suggests something is going on. It’s like a shadow - a shadow of my worries. “Who could it be? Why is it moving?” I ask myself but again in my head. If only I could ask the person in front of me - but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even talk. I’m not sure why it’s haunting in my bedroom - maybe the wall is its house which is pretty dangerous. It’s only a small creature, maybe it’s a ghost. Is it my thoughts haunting me yet again?

It’s still grasped on me and I try and weave my way through and I thankfully move it’s hands but it’s still laughing. “Who are you?” “Hello! What do you mean? Whatever you see, is what I am. “But why are you in my walls?” I ask intently and the shadow looks at me, confused. “Well why not. I could ask the same for you. Why are you in your bedroom?” “Because it’s my room - I don’t need company and frankly you are scaring me. _GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”_ I scream as loud as possible and before I blink, it’s gone. Phew, that was weird.

I lie down and on the ceiling is the same two eyed person. Its staring right at me “We’re not in a staring contest, are we?” I say to lighten the mood, hiding the fact that I am frightened. I tried to act nonchalant and get to my door. I’m home alone so the plan is 1) leave the room, 2) call a family or friend (they probably won’t believe me “it’s all in your head” they say and 3) escape the house. I grab onto the door knob and pull tight. Nothing. I pull again but harder. Still no action. The door is lodged shut. I cannot believe it. I-I’m trapped.