My feet shattered the silence as I struggled to creep as quietly as I could. The light, being already on, hardly made my descent to the kitchen less terrifying. The hallway felt eerily cold in the hot summer’s night. I had to know what evil was preying on my family. I know if you ever read this, Mom, you’ll yell at me for being so stupid, but I had to see what was in the kitchen. It was soft enough that no one else would be awoken from it. I wanted to cry for you like a toddler, Mom, but I didn’t want to put you in harm.
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Loud movements were heard from the kitchen, and to save myself, I flung the blankets over my head. They knew I was awake, and they knew the best way to frighten me. But the Whisperers never moved objects so carelessly. I hadn’t been able to sleep well, so small noises jerked me up in the middle of the night quite often. I remember one night, laying in my bed, I heard the door creep open. I had learned from you to put these things behind me and ignore them.īut that became harder and harder. They talked about new things to do to be nuisances, how much we amused them, how best to hurt the family living in their house. These creatures, which I called the Whisperers, talked about everything. Mom, why didn’t any of you listen to me when I told you to stop?īy the time I was eight, the voices were a constant occurrence in the house. But you all thanked the beings for their kind gift, making a mockery and a joke out of it. The handkerchief didn’t belong to any of us, and it was just waiting there for you, almost like a warning. I remember this one time you found a handkerchief waiting for you on your bed. You closed your eyes to the unknown living in your house. The small noises meant nothing to you and the rest of the family. It was not long after I began seeing them, that I started hearing them. That was until seeing wasn’t the worst part. But I also didn’t want anyone to know I was afraid. A light switch would always be switched before going in any room, and then a frightening dash back upstairs.
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I got to the point that I never went anywhere without turning a light on. I never knew what would happen when I was down there. When you sent me down into the darkness alone, I feared for my life.
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I remember one time Judy commented, “Oh, Kelsi’s scared again.” This would cause me to dash into the half-dimmed room and scurry upstairs. They would move in and out of the corner of my eye.
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In the corners, on top of the TV cabinet, in the hallway, in the laundry room, anywhere. When I would go down there to get something, I would see things moving. It all started with going downstairs on my own a few times. You probably don’t remember me telling you at all. The main floor had the living room and three bedrooms: Judy’s, Dad’s and your’s, and my bedroom, at the end of the hall.ĭo you remember what I used to tell you about the basement though? I always told you to not go into the basement. The house was so big, much bigger than the old house. Do you remember how I used to run from room to room? You always laugh so hard when you recount those times. How old was I? Four, maybe five? I was so young. It was right after moving to the new house. You know, Mom, I remember now how it all started.