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I awoke with a start. I was in my bedroom, on the second floor, down the hall. My eyes were bloodshot, my muscles tense. This wasn’t the first time I woke up in the dark of the night in my Arizona home. I reached to my right, to grab my handgun, but it had gone, dissipated into thin air.
I scooted my hand all across my side table, looking for my Maglite but that also had disappeared. I sat up, frozen with paralyzing fear. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, but everything was just the same as it had been, except for one thing. My handgun and Maglite were on my side table, on my left instead of my right. I casually rolled out of my bed, and turned the light on. I didn’t sleep that night.
I looked towards my door, terrified about the events that occurred. I looked all around the room, trying to see what had moved my possessions. I looked to my left, and my gun and Maglite were gone again, I turned my head, and there they were, on my right side table. Shocked, I snatched up my gun, and checked the magazine, it was empty. The bullets were spread around the floor, in a V formation.
I immediately grabbed my phone, which was dead, after being charged for all night. I knew something was wrong. I jumped out of my bed, and reached for the bullets. Just as I did, I heard creaks from my attic just above me. Dust fell from the roof. I froze.
I stayed silent and still. I slowly reached for the bullets again. Just then, I heard another creak. I stopped going for the bullets slowly, and scooped them up as fast as I possibly could. The creaks moved as fast as me, the last creak was at the end of my room. I grabbed my gun and loaded it with the bullets. I sprinted to my closet, and put on my pants and boots. I locked my bedroom door, and barricaded it with my side tables. I stood in my room for 4 hours. I laid down and fell asleep.
When I awoke, the tables were back in place, and my boots were off, but the door was still locked. Nothing else had been moved. I was angered, furious that this had happened. ‘Why me,’ I thought. Then the attic creaked again. I got so fed up, I fired into the attic, where I heard the creak. After that, nothing moved in my room, and I heard no creaks. I still don’t know what happened, or if it is even over.