I have been noticing some strange activities in the house I just moved in. I wake up in the morning to find my room tattered every Wednesday precisely. It was as if Whoever that shares the room with me has a very big problem with Wednesday.
I will sleep to be woken up by the sounds of feet walking up and down the room. Most times whoever it is stands opposite my bed watching me. I can always tell by the direction of the feet.
I go to work wondering why all this is happening to me. I sat down to check out if I have hurt anyone so badly to come for me even in death. But after all my life analysis, I found myself innocent.
Every Wednesday, I help whoever it is to scatter my clothes before going to work but I will always come home to see them well arranged and folded and placed in the exact spot or bag it should be.
"Who the hell are you" I muttered
One fateful night I told myself that enough is enough. It's been four months of this paranormal activity in my room. It's high time I end it. I thought about speaking to the landlord about it but I decided to keep it to myself.
"What if they know something that they will Never tell you"
I woke up on that fateful night and pretended to be asleep when I heard the sound of feet. It was already 1:15 am. Her feet came towards my bed and moved to my standing mirror a few minutes later. I heard some sounds like a muffled cry and the voice sounded feminine.
"So it's a female and is she crying" I asked myself
I got up as fast as I could and stood before the mirror only to behold a scary face Looking at the mirror. She was so scared that I almost had a heart attack.
I fell down to the floor and tried to scream but I couldn't find my voice. She turned around and looked at me. I could see her this time in her full form.
She was very horrible to behold. My heart shook so badly in its position. I felt cold instantly.
"How dare you?" she said come after me.
