the scream

After a long day at high school I arrived home, a single story house with two bedrooms, one for myself and one for guests.

I went to the guests room, a small place with two single beds, one next to the window and the other one closer to the door.

I dropped my school bag on the floor and sat on the furthest bed from the window, facing a large wooden wardrobe built into the wall.

Feeling exhausted I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes, thinking on nothing and listening to the silence that surrounded me.

Suddenly, I started hearing a strange noise, similar to the sound made by the engine of a motorbike, but very low...

Paying careful attention to it, I realised that it came from inside the bedroom.

I turned my head trying to focus my hearing, realising that the sound came from the corner of the room, from the top of the wardrobe.

I slowly walked towards it, getting closer, trying to figure out what that sound was.

The closer I got, the louder I could hear it.

I was finally standing at the corner of the room, looking up.

At that moment the sound changed to a loud scream as a blurry almost transparent woman flew from the ceiling to inside the room, screaming louder and louder.

My body froze completely in fear as a cold chill ran down my spine before I could wake up from the nightmare.