It’s been all over my dash so I thought I’d share one that still creeps me out, even three years later.
My university’s semester schedule is really weird: we get three months off each for summer and winter. I didn’t have anywhere else to do or anything to do in my first couple of years, so I’d go back to Ireland and stay with my parents. Both of them worked shift patterns, so it was rare that they’d both be in the house at the same time.
I was upstairs in my room one day, and my dad had left for work that morning. I’d just woken up, and as I went out into the hall, I heard my mum call my name from downstairs. I called back, asking what she wanted, and there was no reply. I called again, but once more, got no reply. I kind of shrugged and carried on to the bathroom, and then she called up again.
I was a bit annoyed by this point, so I went down a few stairs and yelled really loudly, “WHAT?”. Again there was no reply, so I stomped down a few more stairs to peer around the corner in the staircase. As I did, I heard her shout to me again, asking me to come downstairs. Muttering to myself and wondering what was so important that she couldn’t just call up to me, I went into the kitchen.
"What do you -"
I stopped. The room was empty. I checked the dining room and the living room, and again, nothing. I even peered out into the back yard, and found it empty. Confused, I went through the hallway and to the front porch, where I checked the drive for her car. It wasn’t there.
I stared at the empty driveway for a while, trying to work it out, when I heard a car engine and spotted my mum’s car turning onto the street.
The very same moment that she came up onto the drive, I heard her call me from the kitchen again.