Haunted Cabin
I went on vacation(not giving the name of where I went and cahnced names in orderto protect privacy) and my family and I stayed at a cabin. I gotstuck sharing a room with my brother, lets call him Andy. Theroom we were sharing had bunk beds, a closet and a night tablewith a didgital clock and radio on it. There were two windows,one facing the street and the other facing the house next door.There was a house on both sides of our cabin (neither inhabitedat the time) and a family staying in a house behind us. The roadwas not a main road and was a dead end so hardly any cars passedthrough during the day, let alone the night. There was also asteep hill from the room to the cabin we were staying in. Myparents bedroom was on the first floor along with a bathroom. Onthe second floor was a kitchen, my grandparents room, Andy's andmy room and a living/sitting room. Now for the story.
The first night there I was sleeping on the bottom bunk (andstayed on the bottom bunk the whole week) and Andy was snoringaway on the top bunk. He is a pretty loud snorer and you alwaysknow when he's asleep. I have a habit of waking up during thenight, and that night was no different. I had been up about tenminutes when I heard a strange noise. Because I was half asleep,it took me awhile to figure out what the noise was a where it wascoming from. The noise was radio static (oh scary) and comingfrom the radio on the night table at the foot of the bed. Ifigured I had propably hit the button with my foot and crawleddown to the end of the bed to turn the radio off. Strange thingwas, the radio was already off! I knew the static was coming fromthat radio and becasue I was tired and not fully awake Iunplugged the radio and the noise stopped. I went back to sleepand thought nothing of the radio till the next morning. I lookedat it and it was plugged back in. My brother denied doing it, buthe never remembers what he does so I think he did plug it backin, although I'm not positive.
Nothing happened the second night, but the third night wasprobably the scariest night for me. As usual I woke up at abouttwo in the morning (looked at the clock at the foot of the bed).I was facing the wall and Andy was snoring away. I rolled overand there it was. There was a shape right at the side of my bed!It appeard to be resting its chin on Andy's bed, had one footresting on the wood frame of my bad and a hand on my matress. Ifirst thought it was my mom (it was deffinatly female), but itwas too short. So then I thought it was my grandma, but it wastoo thin and too tall. I knew it couldn't be my dad orgrandfather and Andy was asleep. My next thought was that it wasAndy's blankets that he knocked off his bed, but then I noticedthem already laying on the floor. I was ready to kick whoever orwhatever was there (I play a lot of sports and dance so I knew akick would really hurt it) but something stopped me from doingthat and I let my leg relax. My next thought was to turn on theflashlight by my bed, but I decided against that in case it wassomeone dangerous. I was laying down under another bed and didn'thave much of an advantage. I laid there and starte at it for afew hours till I fell asleep(don't ask how). The next moring itwas gone and never appeared again.
The third and fourth nights there were fine. The fifth night Iwoke up in the middle of the night (bet you weren't expecting meto say that) and heard a banging noise. I was fant and hard tohear over Andy's snoring, but I sounded like it was coming fromoutside. I sounded like someone hammering on a metal pole, butthere weren't any metal poles near by that I knew about, andanyway, who would be up in the middle of the night to bang? Notto mention that there wasn't anybody around to do the banging.Two of the three houses near by were empty and the third thefamily was away for the night. The noise went on for two hoursand then just stopped. I went back to sleep and the rest of thevactaion was fine. I still don't know what happened there and Ireally don't want to find out.