I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I've only ever told a few of my friends when it happened. I feel as if I need to get this out there. One night in January this year (2020), at around 3 in the morning I heard scratching and a bunch of noises coming from my closet. Then my cat jumped on my bed and the noises stopped so I assumed it was her. But then the noises started again, but louder this time. It filled my head. The room started spinning and I felt like I was falling. Then.. the whispers started. Then everything stopped, the room stopped spinning. Everything stopped at once. Then my closet door slammed open. I was terrified. I was too scared to get up and see what it was or to even move at all. I couldn't fall asleep for the rest of the night. I started crying and shaking as I held my cat. I couldn't shake the feeling of freezing cold that I had felt. It was 6 in the morning when I decided to text my friend to tell them that I had been up almost all night. They responded about an hour later by calling me. They were wrapped in a blanket on their cousin's couch. I told them what had happened and we were both terrified. Then when I was on the phone with them, I heard whimpering at my door and scratching. I assumed it was my dog because that's what it sounded like. I didn't open my door because the closet was still open and I didn't want to get up to go close it, almost half an hour later I got the courage to go close the closet door and go out to eat breakfast. When I walked outside the immediate thing I noticed was that nobody else was awake and my dog was still in his kennel in the living room.

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this is a true story written by kip

(ps i was the friend teehee)