Last night I heard something, something most. From my room I heard loud steps on the roof above. Now had I heard such sounds as a seven year old on Christmas eve, it would not have been so unsettling, but as a seventeen year old boy twenty whole days from Christmas I was quite perplexed as to the source of the sound. Despite this perplexion I was also indescribably tired, and so I attempted to ignore it.
THUD!
Now it was impossible to ignore. Before it was gentle the sound one would might expect from a cat or a squirrel, but now it was a booming stomp. There was something on my roof, and whatever it was, it seemed angry. I didn't know what to do, I certainly couldn't go back to sleep, but I couldn't very well go outside and stop it. Another heavy thud, and another, I felt like a child again scared of the monster that might emerge from my closet. THUD! THUD! THUD! It was getting louder. THUD! THUD! THUD! It was getting closer. I heart its every heavy stomp as it made its way from the center of our roof towards me. THUD! THUD! THUD! it had positioned itself right over me. My heart was racing, I was sweating bullets, and my ears were ringing. Then all of the sudden it all went quiet. The thudding stopped and the room was left with the sickening silence of the night.
Up until that point I had hated the noise, it was keeping me awake and eventually scaring me beyond what I had ever felt before. But the moment that it stopped I wanted it back. The room was eerily quiet now, even the tiny taps of whatever that creature on my roof was were gone. It hadn't left I could feel it every hair on my body was standing on end. Then the power went out. The green digital digits of the alarm clock disapeared, and the red glow of LED's telling me my TV was plugged in faded. The only light left in my room was the moonlight pouring in through the frosted window across the room. All was silent and still for a few dreadful moments before I heard it again. The tiny tittering of something moving on the roof as if after its display it wished to move unheard of. The quiet creaks of shifting weight stretched to the edge of the roof. I couldn't hear it again, but I didn't need too. I saw a furry hand descending from outside my window. It reached down for the bottom. I dare not move now. I hid under my covers like a child as I heard my window creak open and it came in. I didn't move. I just laid there and heard it silently tittering away. I could hear a clip clopping that sounded like hooves as it moved across the hardwood floor. It walked over to me looming over my body. I could feel its hot breath baring down on me from through the cover, I held my breath for what felt like ages before it finally leaned away. I heard it walk into the hallway. A constant tap as it tried to be quiet on the loud floor. I heard it go into my younger brother's room, and then I heard him scream. It was a short scream, one that was silenced before it could be completed, and one that I shall never forget as long as I live. It should have woken my parents, no the whole street, but no one made any move to help him, including me. I cannot describe the sounds I heard next. I assume that there was a struggle of some sorts between the beast and my brother, one that he no doubt lost. For the next minute I lay there paralyzed by fear. Then I heard it walking back in here. Last night it didn't touch me, it just disappeared out my window. When the power turned back on, I saw it as a sign that it was gone, I immediately hurried to my brother's room. Terrified but I wanted to help if there was anything left I could do. When I entered the room I was surprised to find it completely different than it had been in the past. Where there were once green walls covered in posters and shelves full of Knick Knacks, there was nothing but plain white walls and a empty bookstand. The bed that once was embraziened with super hero covers now was made and tucked with white sheets and a blood red quilt. It was as if it had never been my brother's room at all.
I woke my parents up afterwards of course. I told them what had happened, and how my brother was no where to be found. They were annoyed at the last part. They treated me like I was crazy, telling me that I didn't have a brother. I tried telling them about his room. They simply informed me it was the guest bedroom, and it always had been. In their eyes my brother had never existed. After that whole ordeal I did some research. The thing that took him was a Krampus. It takes the naughty children of the world away. It is invisible to everyone but its victims and it only takes one child per night. That is most likely the only reason I was left alone, but I saw it and I know its coming for me. I sit here now at 10:41pm typing up my story, and I would gladly tell you more, but I have to cut this short. I just heard something... Up on the rooftop.
THUD!
Now it was impossible to ignore. Before it was gentle the sound one would might expect from a cat or a squirrel, but now it was a booming stomp. There was something on my roof, and whatever it was, it seemed angry. I didn't know what to do, I certainly couldn't go back to sleep, but I couldn't very well go outside and stop it. Another heavy thud, and another, I felt like a child again scared of the monster that might emerge from my closet. THUD! THUD! THUD! It was getting louder. THUD! THUD! THUD! It was getting closer. I heart its every heavy stomp as it made its way from the center of our roof towards me. THUD! THUD! THUD! it had positioned itself right over me. My heart was racing, I was sweating bullets, and my ears were ringing. Then all of the sudden it all went quiet. The thudding stopped and the room was left with the sickening silence of the night.
Up until that point I had hated the noise, it was keeping me awake and eventually scaring me beyond what I had ever felt before. But the moment that it stopped I wanted it back. The room was eerily quiet now, even the tiny taps of whatever that creature on my roof was were gone. It hadn't left I could feel it every hair on my body was standing on end. Then the power went out. The green digital digits of the alarm clock disapeared, and the red glow of LED's telling me my TV was plugged in faded. The only light left in my room was the moonlight pouring in through the frosted window across the room. All was silent and still for a few dreadful moments before I heard it again. The tiny tittering of something moving on the roof as if after its display it wished to move unheard of. The quiet creaks of shifting weight stretched to the edge of the roof. I couldn't hear it again, but I didn't need too. I saw a furry hand descending from outside my window. It reached down for the bottom. I dare not move now. I hid under my covers like a child as I heard my window creak open and it came in. I didn't move. I just laid there and heard it silently tittering away. I could hear a clip clopping that sounded like hooves as it moved across the hardwood floor. It walked over to me looming over my body. I could feel its hot breath baring down on me from through the cover, I held my breath for what felt like ages before it finally leaned away. I heard it walk into the hallway. A constant tap as it tried to be quiet on the loud floor. I heard it go into my younger brother's room, and then I heard him scream. It was a short scream, one that was silenced before it could be completed, and one that I shall never forget as long as I live. It should have woken my parents, no the whole street, but no one made any move to help him, including me. I cannot describe the sounds I heard next. I assume that there was a struggle of some sorts between the beast and my brother, one that he no doubt lost. For the next minute I lay there paralyzed by fear. Then I heard it walking back in here. Last night it didn't touch me, it just disappeared out my window. When the power turned back on, I saw it as a sign that it was gone, I immediately hurried to my brother's room. Terrified but I wanted to help if there was anything left I could do. When I entered the room I was surprised to find it completely different than it had been in the past. Where there were once green walls covered in posters and shelves full of Knick Knacks, there was nothing but plain white walls and a empty bookstand. The bed that once was embraziened with super hero covers now was made and tucked with white sheets and a blood red quilt. It was as if it had never been my brother's room at all.
I woke my parents up afterwards of course. I told them what had happened, and how my brother was no where to be found. They were annoyed at the last part. They treated me like I was crazy, telling me that I didn't have a brother. I tried telling them about his room. They simply informed me it was the guest bedroom, and it always had been. In their eyes my brother had never existed. After that whole ordeal I did some research. The thing that took him was a Krampus. It takes the naughty children of the world away. It is invisible to everyone but its victims and it only takes one child per night. That is most likely the only reason I was left alone, but I saw it and I know its coming for me. I sit here now at 10:41pm typing up my story, and I would gladly tell you more, but I have to cut this short. I just heard something... Up on the rooftop.