I used to think there was something evil living in my house... But now I know there is. It was like a feeling or an image I tried to keep in the back of my mind and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't there and tell myself I'm paranoid and scared of the dark, I knew it was there.
I used to know that everyone else in the house was asleep, I could feel their breathing change and they'd stop moving around. I was always the last to fall asleep. I would stay in bed knowing that before I slept that something would stir in the basement. An uneasy being. It was hateful and when it was two floors lower than my room I knew it was there.
It spoke to me in a malevolent way. It was as if it wanted me to approach it so that it could do something, but I knew that if I moved into it's space then it would be angry with me. It was territorial, and yet relished the fear that came from confronting such a being.