The story happened long ago, but i can still remember what has happened. I was only 7 turning 8 after two months and is living with my grandma (which was my father’s mom), so when vacation comes i always go back to my parents’ house.
our house is not that big though it has six rooms all in all. 3 rooms on the second floor and 3 rooms on the ground floor. beside the 6th room is the bathroom facing the kitchen. each room is occupied since our aunts are there too except for that 6th room (and because it was empty, they just made it a storage room). but that one vacation, they chose to stay in the province, and the only people at home were my parents, my three other sisters, and me.
we were playing hide and seek that time. usually, we turn off the lights in the entire house to make it difficult for the seeker to see. our oldest sister was the seeker by the way, and while she was counting, we began searching for the place to hide.
my sisters were hiding in the same room. i know if i go hide with them, we would get caught immediately so i ran around and find for a more difficult spot.
i ended up opening the 6th room which was strangely unlocked that time. most of the time, it was locked because we weren’t allow to enter it.
when i opened the door, it was too dim. because the only light it had was an incandescent light bulb hanging in the middle. stored things which make the room looked like a maze. and unused stuff for junks. i sneaked in and ran my eyes on all corners, but i caught a glimpse of someone. behind some big boxes.
i kind of felt uneasy, what if it’s dad right there and i get caught for sneaking in? but i was pretty sure he was sleeping that time. if not, i wouldn’t have the nerve to open the 6th room.
i was only looking at the direction where i saw someone, observing keenly who the fuck could it be. but it wasn’t going anywhere.
i walked closer.
and peeking slowly behind the boxes where it was. i couldn’t see it so i moved a bit closer the last time, very carefully.
i saw a moving shadow of what appear to be a person, but what scared the shit out of me, were his horns.
i gulped. i breathed deep. and walked backwardly as quiet as i could. but it started making weird sounds. sounds like scratching a rough object.
i couldn’t think anymore! i was very scared. so i already ran, not giving a piece of shit whether it could hear me.
i ran out of the vacant room and upstairs and into my parents’ room.
my sisters were there when i burst the door open. and they were looking at me, puzzled.
the next thing i knew, i was waking up beside my mother. my sweaters on and socks on.
my mother woke up too. asked me what has happened. which i answered with “i don’t know.” for the fear of getting scolded. i even lied about not sneaking in the 6th room, though i know she knew i went there without their consent.
i had fever for 3 days. and it made it difficult for me to sleep at night without my parents by my side. the only time i found peace of mind, was when i came back of my grandma’s house.
up to this day, i could clearly remember my encounter with a horned creature and it still gives me chill. and it only came to me, i know, something could’ve happened if i went nearer.