waingold

I was going downstairs to get some water and an aspirin, as my head was throbbing dully, and it was starting to get worse. As I took the small pink pill, I heard rattling and scuffling coming from upstairs. It sounded like it could be from a cat or one of our dogs, but the sound was heavier, and too over-sized to be either. I slowly walked up the old wooden steps that lead to my room and the bathroom. There was a long, eerie silence that enveloped me, and I looked around the hallway for an animal. There were claw marks in the floorboards. I was home alone, for the second time this week, and what I had heard was beginning to get to me. I ente