HI, I’m Lucy, and there’s an inexplicable event that I’ve never been able to fully understand. It all unfolded on a warm summer day, a day that would forever leave me with a sense of unease mixed with curiosity.
On that particular afternoon, I found myself in my room, engrossed in a story on the computer. My parents were at work, and they had asked me to keep an eye on things in the yard. My eldest brother, always the skeptic, was absorbed in a television show in the living room. I agreed to the task, believing it would be an ordinary day of quiet reading.
As I immersed myself in the digital world of my story, an unexpected interruption jolted me from my chair. It felt as though someone had pulled my seat right from under me, nearly causing me to tumble to the floor. Panic washed over me as I glanced around my room, searching for any sign of an intruder. To my bewilderment, there was no one to be found.
My room had only one entrance, and it was situated right beside my computer. I knew for a fact that my brother was still in the living room, glued to the TV screen. The realization that I was alone in my room left me both perplexed and unnerved.
I cautiously resumed my reading, hoping to dispel the unease that had settled within me. But then, as if the room itself were conspiring against me, I felt a sharp tug on my hair. The pain was instantaneous, and I couldn’t contain a startled scream. It takes quite a lot to make me scream, but this inexplicable force had succeeded. I frantically searched my surroundings, but once again, I found myself utterly alone.
When I glanced out of my window in search of solace, I noticed a group of goats in our yard. It struck me as peculiar because they were not supposed to be there. Quickly, I informed my brother about the unwelcome visitors, omitting the bizarre occurrences in my room. I knew that he, more than anyone else, would dismiss his 14-year-old sister’s tales of the unexplained.
My brother ventured out to shoo away the goats, and they obediently left the yard. But my room retained an eerie, yet oddly comforting presence. It was as if I had an unseen roommate who had made their presence known that day, leaving me with a sense of wonder and a lingering question: Who or what had shared my space on that warm summer day?