Here is a story about what my nights are like. When no one is around except my cousin. It's about what goes on when the tv is muted and our ears are turned to the most horrifying sound I have ever heard in my life. Something began living in my attic a few months ago. Something big....something alive. Something that shows no trace of ever being there after asking people numerous times to come check it out. My first encounter with "it" happened on a week night at about 9:30 or 10:00. I was in disbelief as I listened to this thing crawling up and down my walls....gnawing at each corner it came to. Louder and louder it chewed. I am bracing myself for the moment Freddy Kreuger jumps out of my walls and eats me too. All of a sudden....the thuds and all just subside.
Next I hear things scurrying around on my ceiling above me. Little ones here, big ones there. Then all of a sudden you hear a Whhhhhoooooooooooooshhhhhhhhhhh - and it sounded like a million of them just ran in different directions. Over my head, over my cousins head.....and then they were gone.
I still hear them. But today was bad. It was big. And it almost sounded as though someone was in a rocking chair, just rocking back and forth - creeking as well. When that was done. The thing would walk around with what sounded to be a large log tied to it. Clanking upon everything in it's way. It's terrifying. My cousin thinks it's racoons. I think it's begun to take place as my worst nightmare.