Day 12

12. Write a story about a ghost who is friendly, but will not let you sleep because he or she is afraid of something.

My first night in the new apartment. After a long day moving, arranging, and organizing, getting my head on a pillow is all I can think about. The new bedroom isn't quite homey yet, but there is a mattress, a pillow, and a blanket. Good enough. 

I get into bed. Test the clap lights. *clap clap* Darkness. As my head lays down, I know I'll be asleep in no time.

*clap* The lights turn back on. But I didn't clap. In fact, I was a split second from slumber.

I look around - the room is empty aside from myself and the bed and a corner of unpacked boxes. Weird.

Let's try this again, I think to myself. *clap clap*

*clap*

I sit up. "Who's in here?!" I shout.

No response.

I get up and take a look under the bed. Nothing. Behind the boxes. Nothing. In the hallway. Nothing. It would be foolish not to be scared at this point. I just moved into this place. I don't know if someone else has a key still and is messing with me. If a neighbor that can hear the clapping has caught on and is responsible for driving out the old tenant. It's eerie, and I am starting to question my choice in housing. As I move back to the bedroom I take a glance in the bedroom mirror. Just in the off chance I catch a glimpse of some supernatural shit, like in the movies. No luck. Would that have been lucky?

Time to try this again and hope for the best. Back under the covers. Head back on the pillow. I take a second to look at the ceiling - to go over all the logical explanations for what is happening with these lights. Is there a knocking in the heating system? Is there construction outside, at 10pm? It's not adding up.

*clap clap*

It took a minute this time.

*clap*

What the fuuuuuuuuu.....

Again, I look around the room, and this time notice something on the mirror I just looked into. In cursive writing, resembling that of a try-hard eight-year-old girl, reads: I'M AFRAID OF THE DARK - GENEVIEVE