(((((This story is one of my real experiances. Any rude and un-needed comments will be taken in complete offence, for this is a terrible memory for me.)))))

For privacy reasons, all names have been changed.

When I was younger, my siblings and parents and I lived in a three bedroom house. I have four siblings, so the bedrooms were set up weird. My one brother Seth had his own room; so did my parents; that left me and my three sisters to only one room. To save from any arguments, my little and extremely younger sisters, Kasey and Sarah, were given the last available room.

At the top of the stairs, there was a square "hallway" about 10 feet by 8 feet in size. Me and my last available sister, Kayla, shared that area as our room, one bunk bed taking up half the space.

But the "rooms" we slept in back then has absolutely nothing to do with this story. It was the room that Kasey and Sarah shared.

On the first night, after we had everything unpacked, I had an extremely hard time falling asleep. With nothing else to do, I began staring at the ceiling and tried counting sheep. As I turned to stare, the entire bunk bed creaked with strain. Just another perk of sleeping on the top bunk. But I kept seeing something in the corner of my peripheral vision. Turning to peer into the darkness of Kasey and Sarah's room, I see two small foggy figures jumping on the beds.

"Kasey, Sarah," I called into the darkness, suddenly realizing the huge racket the springs of the bed were making. "Cut it out." I rolled my eyes and stares at them as they jumped, a cool, chilling feeling creeping up my spine. Something about their jumping seemed odd.

For starters, they didn't fall back to the beds quickly. They drifted down slowly, as if a balloon who has lost its helium. What happened next sent the chilling feeling further up my spine. From the bunk below me spoke the hushed voice of Kasey, whispering, "I'm sorry, sissy." Biting my lip until I was sure it would rupture, I sat up in bed.

"Sarah?" I called, continuing to stare at the foggy figures.

A sleepy grumble sounded from below me, undeniably that of my sister. With my breath caught in my throat, I tore my gaze away from the figures and hung my upper body over the side of the bed. There, laying on Kayla's bottom bed, was Kasey and Sarah. All three of them, curled up onto the small bed. Letting out a quiet cry of denial, I pulled myself up and quickly turned to stare at the figures. They were gone, but I still felt chilled down to the bone.

Turning away from what I had seen, I laid back down and buried my face into my pillow. I started sobbing in my terror, shaking at over. After a while of sobbing, I had begun to surprisingly feel as if I could possibly fall asleep. With heavy, slowly-slipping-closed eyes, I shifted my weight until I was comfortable: still on my stomach, one leg pulled up to my chest and my arms clutching the pillow for life support.

I was so tired — from the long day of unpacking, along with my recent scare — that I hardly noticed the tingling feeling of small hands gently rubbing my back.