I looked, but no one was there

March 1, 2025

by Hoyt

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (280 words)

"I lived alone in a small, two-bedroom cabin deep in the woods for several years. It was a peaceful place, with nothing unusual happening—until one night, everything changed. I went to bed as usual, but as I lay there, I felt the weight of someone sitting on the edge of my bed. I looked, but […]"

I lived alone in a small, two-bedroom cabin deep in the woods for several years. It was a peaceful place, with nothing unusual happening—until one night, everything changed.

I went to bed as usual, but as I lay there, I felt the weight of someone sitting on the edge of my bed. I looked, but no one was there. From that night on, things started to get worse.

One night, I woke up to the sound of my TV emitting eerie, growling noises. I felt an inexplicable force pulling me towards the ceiling, trying to drag me out of my bedroom. I was terrified and couldn’t move.

The next evening, after coming home from work, I was lying in bed with my kitten by my feet. Suddenly, she jumped up, growling and staring at something above my head. Her head moved in circles as if following an invisible presence. She bolted out of the room and never came back inside after that. Every night, she would come to the door, peer inside, but refuse to enter. This continued until I was exhausted and couldn’t function properly at work.

I confided in a colleague, Ron, about my experiences. He suggested I buy night lights to keep the place illuminated. I did, but the haunting presence remained, undeterred by the light.

After a year of torment, I moved to a new house, hoping to leave the nightmares behind. But the haunting followed me. Even though the incidents are now less frequent—about twice a month—they still terrify me. The presence in the middle of the night hasn’t let go, and I don’t know how much more I can take.

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