The window was open and the breeze of the wind gushed behind my back. It was unusually cold that night, though I did not mind. The only source of luminescence was the moonlight and the antique lamp I placed at the corner of the table. Like most nights, I got my book, sat down, and sipped from my hot cup of cocoa.
Reading through my 13th chapter, I felt something strange. I heard a squeaking sound. Though the only thing I know that squeaks aside from my chair is the wood floor 6 steps from the door. The sound was eerie. I just continued reading through my pages. The stray dogs and cats simultaneously howled and meowed as if calling for something. “Argggh, when will these noise ever stop!?” I shouted; the howling though, got even louder.
I heard the shriek from the wood flooring again. I heard footsteps; heavy footsteps. My heart was starting to pound heavily against my chest. I glued my eyes on my book looking at nothing else. I was hearing things. I heard a sound of an old lady crying as if trying to suppress her tears. I heard footsteps that sounded like coming from a heavy man. It sounded as if it was coming towards me, and then towards the bed, it was strange. I felt drops of sweat running down my face. The footsteps suddenly ceased; though I still glued my eyes on my book and looked at nothing else. Soon after, I slightly lowered my book to see the situation of the room. To my horror! I saw a woman lying unconsciously on my bed! lacerated several times and drenched in a pool of blood! What I saw before my eyes was the most gruesome in my life. Down the floor, I saw two feet facing towards me, only from the ankle down. Its color is of a dead person, grayish-white. As I saw it, it then walked towards the door, and passed right through it. I passed out.
The next day came. Everything was normal again, the room, the bed. I talked to my landlady about the night. As she was about to talk to me, I felt something odd. My heart started to pound heavily again. She had lacerations all over her.