Weird Circumstances

Sunshine coming through the window. Washed dishes dripping slowly. The quiet and calm atmosphere around the house; something I won't change with anything. It's just… there is this feeling. Like I'm not the only one in this house. Like someone's eyes always piercing through me, following me where ever I go.

Don't know exactly when but it's been some time since I started to have this unpleasant feeling in my house. It got to the point that, just in case, I called an exorcist over. But he didn't find anything. Somehow I'm relieved there wasn't anything, but this ugly feeling is really eating me out.

What could the reason be…? Slowly I'm starting to not feel comfortable in my own house. I try taking walks as much as possible and also distract myself by doing cleaning and laundry in the house. But as time passes, it seems the atmosphere in the house gets heavier. Is it just me losing my mind?

I'm starting to hear sounds… they're mostly low and sudden tap sounds; but as night falls and I get ready to sleep, they get really weird. Sometimes rattling sounds. Sometimes they even sound like moans and groans….

Wait, are my clothes decreasing in number? I'm not sure of their exact number but I'm sure they were somehow more this morning. I better pay more attention to them. Am I just too anxious and mistook them? I really hope this be the case…

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               Ah thank goodness… the problem seems to be with my washing machine. Somehow the number of my clothes before and after using the washing machine is different. But why? I just bought this a few months ago; I also made sure to get one of the highest quality ones out there. I better bring someone to check it.

               I'm glad that at least this problem seems to have a reason and solution. But for some reason, I can't shake off this weird creepy feeling inside of me. It's probably just a random and baseless feeling. I should just ignore it.

               The repairman came the next day. After asking a few questions he started to check every nook and cranny of the washing machine. Many hours passed with the repairman quietly immersed in analyzing the washing machine.

               Finally, he stopped. We started talking. He said there was nothing wrong with it, and there were no clothes anywhere inside of it. That this type of washing machine uses the greatest AI algorithms and most technologies that it'd be really weird if they broke.

               But then what happened to my clothes? Where did they go? Maybe I should refrain from using my washing machine for a while….

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               I tried washing my clothes by hand; but each night as I go to sleep and wake up, I see that some of them are missing again. No matter how much I search the house, I find nothing. It's really irritating.

               Slowly my other stuff seems to be disappearing too. Like my toothbrush, my utensils, or even some of my underwear. I'm really losing it.

               Days pass and exorcists and priests come and go, one after another; but none of them found not a thing. Is it just me? Am I the one going crazy? Maybe I should move. If I do that the things may calm down.

A new house far from crowded town. Placed on a white beach. Surrounded by the sound of waves and calming sceneries. Leaving all my furniture and stuff behind. That way my mind may be fixed. Maybe this is all because I'm too tired and stressed out.

Without any further ado, I started preparing. The start was good. But as I proceeded things started to get weird. Like my documents suddenly getting lost, or people suddenly going back on their words without giving me any actual reason. Almost like something or someone not wanting me to proceed further.

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Laying down my tired body, once again it's nighttime and I go to bed; thinking where my life started going weird. No matter how much I toss and turn, I just can't fall asleep.

Suddenly from outside my room, there come weird sounds. Weirder than usual. Any sign of sleepiness I had, just went out the window. What could the source of these sounds be? They seem like someone who's walking around in the house. But I didn't hear any doors or windows opening. Is there really someone?

Scared shitless, I try to cover myself fully with my blanket. The sounds keep getting louder. Getting closer. Whoever that is, he is right behind my door. What should I do? I can't stop shaking.

Please go away. Please go away. Whatever you do, just don't come in. PHONE! Where is my phone? Come on. Please be in my drawer. Ah shit. I left it in the kitchen.

As I surround and wrap myself up with my blanket, I listen to the sounds. There is none. Is he still standing behind my door? Or did he leave? A few minutes of silence… until there comes a sound of slow creak. The sound of my door opening….

I'm sweating like crazy, but still wrap myself harder with my blanket; pretending to be asleep. Please don't notice my shaking. Please don't come close to me.

From the sound of it, it looks like the stranger went to my closet. Wait what is he doing? Is he sniffling and shuffling through my clothes?! Is he a pervert? For some reason, he seems really excited. Ugh whatever you are just don't come near me. Just leave. Whatever you do, I'll just pretend to be asleep, so just leave already. Leave and let me be.

As time passes, the sounds start getting really weird, without any sign of him wanting to leave. It's suffocating. Annoying. Just get lost already. I'm really reaching my limit. UGH JUST DAMN IT ALL!

With a fast move, I flipped my blanket jumping out of it. With my move there came a loud rattling sound from around my closet, right where the stranger was.

I couldn't believe what I saw… my washing machine…?!