Horror
The Forgotten Room. Content Warning.
There was an unexpected knock at the door. Who could it possibly be? When Sarah went out to check there was no one there. So as she gazed upon her room, she got the shivers. No one was out there. How could it be possible for someone to knock on the door but nobody be there. Sarah was starting to get panicky. She doesn’t know how to control her anxiety. So Sarah decided to make some tea to soothe her nerves. When she started making her tea all of a sudden there was a thud in the outside of the room. Why was this happening to her? Why were there strange noises? She prepared her tea and nervously started to drink it slowly because the tea was hot! She blew onto her spoon from her tea and started to slowly sip on her tea. Another loud noise from the top of her room went thud. She spilled her tea. Sarah was really nervous. Scratching noises started to appear and she was in fear. She saw no one but all these noises were making so many sounds. Since she spilled her tea she had to pick up the mess. She nervously picked up the mess. Where were all these noises coming from? How was it possible for noises to appear with nobody there? So as she gazed upon all her surroundings she couldn’t quite figure out what was happening. Sarah was scared. She was alone in her room with no explanation of all these noises surrounding her. She wanted to call for help but in her mind she thought who would believe her? She’s hearing noises with no explanation of why they’re noises to begin with. She came to the conclusion that it might be a spirit or a ghost. Even tho she doesn’t really believe in that kind of stuff. Was it possible for her room to be haunted? Who knows? She’s very skeptical about spirits and ghosts. Sarah thought that could be the only solution to why there were noises but nobody there, no one to be seen at all. As she started to think about ghosts she got the shivers and quivers. She was not prepared for all this madness. What could the ghost want from her? Is it one ghost or many ghosts? She’s not quite sure. So she went on her phone to google about spirits and ghosts. She started to look at her phone but as soon as she started to research about ghosts her phone turned off completely. It’s as if the ghosts didn’t want her to research anything about them. She was scared out of her wits. Another thud loud bang of a noise appeared from the top of her room, so loud it startled her. How come if her room was haunted, could she not see any ghosts at all. Sarah started wondering why she couldn’t view any type of spirit or ghost? But then she realized like in the tv shows only paranormal investigators could figure out things like that about ghosts and what not with an EVP recorder. Suddenly creepy things started to appear for some odd reason snakes, rodents, worms, maggots, coackaroaches and spiders. Sarah was terrified because they seemed to be near her and crawling on her when all of a sudden she shook her head and it was suddenly gone. Yes, Sarah was indeed terrified, mortified you name it. So she said that’s it I’m gonna go out and look for a neighbor to talk or get somebody type of help. As Sarah went outside for help, she tried asking for help but suddenly realized no one was paying attention to her. She shouted to several of her neighbors but all they could do was walk past by her. She was going crazy and insane. Was she losing it? Why was everyone ignoring her? Til she realized one of her neighbors walked right through her. Sarah realized maybe, just maybe she was the ghost this whole time. She didn’t like this one bit. She didn’t like the idea that she was possibly haunting her own room with the forces of her telepathic ways. She realized she was the one making all these noises somehow by her telepathy abilities. She went inside her room and realized it was the forgotten room never to be seen or heard from because she was the one haunting her own room! So as soon as she realized she was a ghost or some spirit of some form she told herself there’s nothing to worry about since well she’s not alive anymore. No bills to pay. No work to attend to. It was definitely the forgotten room since no one has appeared in her room for so long. Nothing to worry about. Just resting in peace in solitude.
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