Storage Wars

Day 3

By the time we went back to the storage the next day, I had forgotten all about that “voice” I thought I heard. I was more concerned with having to deal with the evil witch. Arriving at storage that afternoon, I was expecting to see the deny word go across the machine or her glaring out the window from the office; but to my surprise we weren't denied access and she was nowhere in sight. Was i dreaming, is this real i thought to myself and we strolled on up to our storage unit like any other day. When we got up to our storage unit, here came the evil witch, riding in on her trusty broomstick. She was already scowling and I could see it in the way she floated down the hallway, broom in one hand and dustpan in another. “You were her after hours last night.” she said with destain in her voice. “Yes , I realize that and I was going to tell you when we got here but you were not in the office.” I said. “We were going through some of our boxes and we lost track of time and before we knew it, it was 10:30pm. I do apologize.” I tried to sound as innocent as possible and hoped she bought it. “If it happens again you will only have access while we are in office.” She growled as she peered inside our unit and sulked back down to her dungeon.

A little time had passed since the evil witch had gone down to her dungeon and my husband and I were just about done going through our last box of collectables, when we both heard it. I know we both heard it because my husband had the same look on his face that i did when i first heard it, did i just hear that? We were both looking in the direction of the unit next to ours on the right side. Since we had moved into this storage unit, I had never seen anyone at, around or in this unit. However, we could be there at separate times, maybe they store things that they don't need for months at a time; whatever the reason, is not really the point, the only point here is are we going crazy hearing voices or is this really happening? For the next 2 days everytime we went to storage I was always half distracted because I was listening to that voice. Still until this day I have no clue what was said or even what language it was said in. All that i do know is that something or someone made that doll go off and not a single person was around. It was about mid week, and that day was especially busy and frantic. We finally made it to storage at about 6pm on the night when everything you learned about scary monsters, as a child came to life.

It was getting late, not to sure exactly what time but it was definitely after 8pm. I know this because the little asian lady in the unit across from ours always left after 8pm. So, it's after 8pm, all our stuff is laid out everywhere and my husband was tinkering around all his tools that he refound or had been missing since we packed everything up and moved it over here; when off in the distance was the sound of drilling. “Hey babe, can you hear that?'' I loudly whispered. Seemingly confused, he replied, “what exactly am i supposed to be listening for?” “Are you talking about that whirling sound?” he asked. “Yes, doesn't it sound like someone is drilling upstairs?” We both looked at our cellphones to see what time it was; it was almost midnight. We both just looked at eachother with disappointment and curiosity. Why were we still here after 10pm and what the heck was that sound because no one else should be here.

After, what seemed like forever, we both came to the decision that we needed to investigate. We grabbed our flashlights, ninja sticks and off we went. “The darkness is more silent, than when it's light out.” I spoke in a whisper. “What are you mumbling back there.” my husband said. It seems weird but I find that when it is dark and there is no one else around the silence, whilst deafening in its normal state, it is even more so then. You can hear anything no matter how far away or close it is. The darkness is so silent it's loud. That being said, once again we heard what sounded like drilling only now it was right above us. “Should we go up?” my husband asked. “Well, what's the worst it could be? People who are still here just like us?” I had spoken just a little too soon. As we reached the stairwell to go up to the top floor, we creaked open the door, stepped inside and BOOM! No more drilling. We stopped, taking a moment to listen. We now heard footsteps, then the door, the footsteps on the stairs and it was coming quick. Like-minded we bolted for the door we just came from. After slamming the door, we heard nothing, no drilling, no footsteps, back to silence. Who or what was that? Was it alive or paranormal? Whatever this thing was it wanted to start a storage war!