It was during the first week of August when I decided to sleep in early due to fatigue. I was lying on a supine position and dozed off, forgetting to do my prayer which I rarely do. When I had come to, I woke up experiencing sleep paralysis and could only open my eyes to see the surroundings which turned dark since it was already around twelve o’clock.

I didn’t know what to do since I couldn’t even let out a scream.

That was when I realized that aside from the cold shivers I have experienced there was something else in the room with me. A shadow figure just at the corner standing there with a hollow curvature where the eyes should be. That was when I heard laughter echoing the walls coming from the figure. I closed my eyes and decided to pray. It was only then when I regained movement again and the figure was gone.

My advice? Always pray before you go to sleep

Have you ever been fascinated whenever you hear static? No? Just me? Well, good.

When I was young I used to listen to the radio.

There was one time though when in the middle of the night, the station I was listening to turned to static. I kept listening to it hoping it would go back but it didn’t. I focused so hard that eventually the noise of static became voices. Murmurs at first. I couldn’t understand but the harder I listened the clearer the voices got. They were crying, begging for help. Shivers went down my spine as static was no longer there but the clear moans of sorrows echoed within my room.

Suddenly, the music got back and everything went back to the way it was. I no longer listened to the radio after that and whenever static occurred on
other devices such as television, I immediately shut it off.

Whoever those were or that was, I have no clue. I don’t want to find out but whatever you do, don’t listen to static.

I will always remember the first time I got to stay home alone with my younger sister. I felt independent and prided myself of finally being able to be trusted by my parents to take care of myself and her.

Of course, after a few hours the buzz of independence was gone. So, I decided to stay in my room and watch television. That was when I heard a knock on my door.

I said, “Come on in,” thinking it was my sister but no one opened the door. I brushed it off as my sister changed her mind and went on my way to watch more television. That was when I heard a psst from the corner of the room. I looked around and no one was there. I called for my sister but no response. I watched television again to brush it off but the psst was closer this time. Eventually, I went under my covers and closed my eyes to try and sleep it off.

Pssst suddenly is heard near my ears and I screamed. I rushed out of my room and saw my sister in the living room watching television. I explained to her what happened ad we waited there for our parents to arrive. After that incident, I always asked my family to do one simple thing: knock twice or thrice.