This Is No Joke
It was like 4:00 in the morning. I’m quite the night owl, so I’m headed downstairs to grab something to drink. The kitchen is separated from the living room by a dividing wall, but I realize someone is in there because I can see a person’s shadow from around the corner. I think to myself, “Oh my roommate must be up already. Maybe he has something to do”.
So as I turn the corner I say, “Hey, good morning”. I immediately get a chill up my spine. No one is in the kitchen besides me. I’m totally, completely alone. In fact, I search the entire first floor of the house frantically, and no one is there at all. So I head back upstairs and give a hard knock on my roommate’s door.
No answer, so I slowly open the door. The roommate is passed out asleep, and doesn’t seem like he is waking up anytime soon. There is no way he could have made it back up to his room that fast without running, and I would have noticed because the floors are creaky, especially on the staircase.
When he woke up in the morning, I told him about what had happened. His eyes got real wide and he turned pale. He looked me right in the eye and said, “That isn’t a funny joke don’t mess with me”.
It turns out, he had been having bad dreams all night about someone being in the house who shouldn’t have been, but whenever he confronted the person, he could never see their face; all that was there was a black silhouette. Haven’t had that experience since, and we agree not to talk to each other about it.