It began when my aunt told me she needed someone to babysit her 3 year-old kid in the summer. I accepted because 1. Since her kid is a bit naughty she was going to pay me and 2. I needed the money for college.
Turns out I was going to spend all my summer in France -I’m spanish- but hey, at least I could enjoy the beauty of the town we were going to.
The first days nothing weird happened, my cousin behaved and we got to go to the park almost everyday. But a week or two after those first days my cousin started looking at weird corners of the living room, he would laugh and say things like “Yes, I’ll do that” or “But she will get mad” and if I asked who was he talking to he would say answer me that he wasn’t talking. I knocked it off, I didn’t want to think about it.
Then I got a job at the restaurant where my aunt was working and my two other cousins came to look after the kid when I wasn’t home. Things started to get a little weird: random knocks on the walls, things disappearing or changing places. The little kid still talked at nowhere, he laughed and it seemed as if he was actually with someone. We tried to tell it to my aunt but she said that we were crazy, that nothing was happening. So we tried to ignore it.
August came by and one of my cousins left, so now we were two persons looking after a very naughty kid. We started hearing whistles, feeling cold spots and we even saw the fence door open by itself when it wasn’t blowing air. One of those hot and sticky August nights, my aunt went to a near funfair with her son and some visiting family while my cousin and I stayed at home. By that time I was really depressed at tired and my cousin wanted to stay with me, to talk and accompany me.
That night was the most active night. It all started at ten past twelve, a repetitive knock on the door. I can remember it perfectly: knock-knock. knock. knock-knock-knock. And then it started again, all over again for ten minutes. My cousin and I ignored it, but when it stopped we looked at each other relieved. Five minutes after that, I hit my knee against the wall while trying to find a comfortable pose to sleep. Seconds after that, someone hit the wall on the other side right were my face was. I know it wasn’t my cousin because she was by my side all night. After that we kept hearing footseps on the roof -and the apartment was a one-store building with a roof made of tile-.
Since my aunt kept insisting that we were imagining it, we asked her to go back to Spain. One week later we were back at our own houses.
-Submitted by falling-evans