By: JESSICA RHOADES
Staff Writer
My room is a tint of dark grey, unlike any I’ve seen before. The curtains have an odd sway to them that is comforting in a sense. *knock, knock, knock*. “There it is again, except this time it came from a higher spot in the room. There was an odd knocking in her room that happened at very specific intervals. I try and pay no attention to it as I go to sleep at night but tonight it was louder than usual, so I took it upon myself to go look in my closet, and up above my clothes where the knocking was located at the time. It looked as if there was a small thing moving with light green eyes, it was almost the size of a small child peering from a top bunk. I ran to flick on my light and as I ran back to the closet. It was gone.