Okay so if you read the tittle then you know what this story is about.
Alright. So this is what happens to me almost every night.
I have 3 other people in my house hold. My mother, my great great grand mother, And my little half bother.
Now I live in the U.S., and my house is not very big- 3 bedrooms, 1 bath, and two living rooms (my mother turned one into her bed room)

My room is the coldest room in our house, the north room, its not that big, just large enough to fit a cabinet, a desk with a small tv on top of it, a very small bed stand, and wardrobe with a large mirror on it. My wardrobe is rather close to my closet, and so is my desk,and well my closet its in the very corner of my room, on the opposite six of my bed. You must be asking your self 'what does the look of your bedroom supposed to do with the story' and well its very important, trust me. Anyways my wardrobe have tons of stuff on it mostly because looking at it at nights gives me the chills- even in the day.

Every night I get to stay up with my 104 year old grandmother, because my mom has to put my brother to bed, so I normally go to bed at 9:30, but that doesn't mean I sleep. I have some trouble sleeping at night because of two things:
my mirror and my closet.

I can't sleep if I don't have just enough light in my room to light up my closet. I'd be lying to you if I told you I'm afraid of my closet, then again I would be lying to you if I told you that I'm not.

At night when I finally get off wattpad, I turn on music, and I lay on my left side, my eyes glued to my closet or mirror, most likely my closet, even now I can't help but glance at it. Sometimes I see things that arn't there and I know that their not, I know its just my wild imagantion, but I can't help but be afraid of the moving shapes and objects that I see. No one else can see them, but me.

Goddamn it I miss my grandma...