Alcohol almost ended my life and I vowed never to drink again. Here is my story.
The flickering lights in my room sent some cold chills into my body. The eerie sounds coming from the graveyard opposite the house made my body shiver. Although it was fenced but the sounds were always closer to my window as if the site was just by my window side.
My stepmom was pounding, I didn’t know exactly what in the middle of the night she was pounding. The lights were stable for a second then started to flicker again. I went straight to the switch to put them off. I didn’t know what was happening to me that night. My heart was throbbed and the sense of fear hovered in my room. I had drunk some alcohol from the old fridge the previous days but the effect tonight was different. It was something I had never experienced. I had taken alcohol before and didn’t feel the way I am feeling right now.
I turned to get to my bed after switching the lights off, then, I was glued to the floor of my room. Something beside my bed looked like the figure of a human being, a man but the head was bent to a side. It seemed to be taking his steps towards me. The room was dark but I could see the dark figure, humming a sound. I cringed at a corner, stretched my arm to the switch and immediately the lights were on, the figure was gone.
I wasn’t hallucinating. This was real. My window creaked. The wind stayed at my window, whistling greatly. I quickly went to close it. It was seriously disturbing my curtains, and every light object was falling down. Eventually, my room was in a mess. As I wanted to close the window, just by the other side of the road, under a tree in front of Mrs. Jersey’s house, a little girl stood looking at my direction. She was stiff and dripping but her focus was on me. I wondered what a little girl could be doing outside by that time. That she didn’t shift her focus from me got me scared. I closed the window and continued to watch her through my transparent window. After a few minutes, I saw her move to the tree and climb it so swiftly and skillfully.
“How could a little girl do that?”
A few seconds after, my room started dripping. Little drops from different points from the ceiling started dropping. The leaks became many. The major ones were on top of my bed and eventually, my bed was drenched. I screamed but nobody came to my rescue. The pounding continued. I called out to my stepmom, but the door was locked. I struggled with it for a long time.
Then, I noticed that the little girl was beside the tree again, this time around with an adult looking at me. I quivered; my whole body was burning. I thought I was going to die. The leaks became too many, it wasn’t raining at all outside, but my room was getting fuller. It was now falling heavily from my roof. I wanted to open the window; it wasn’t opening. There was no other way out. I stood on my bed as the water reached my knees. I screamed, shouted and called for help but no answers. I couldn’t hear her pound again. I could only hear the sound of the water falling. I shouted for help again. I ran to my table and mounted it. Taking alcohol could impose unnssary experiences on you.
This was scary. I couldn’t understand it. I was dying in my room. The water levelled up to my shoulders, to my chin and finally, above my head. Here I was struggling in the water, a chance to shout was a way to get my mouth filled up with water. I couldn’t struggle anymore. I felt my eyes closing and my body lifeless. I could tell I died.
“Seth! Seth!” I heard my father shouting my name.
Someone was tapping me and the next minutes; I saw a blue bowl being emptied on my face. My whole shirt was drenched.
“What happened to you?” She worriedly asked.
I was lost as I tried to recall what had happened.
Then, I remembered.
“My room! Did you enter my room? My room was full.” I explained.
The looks I received right there were unbelieving.
“I am serious!” I said this to convince them, but they didn’t believe me.
I later learnt I had been sleeping since I got drunk the last night. They had been trying to wake me up, but I never responded. So, all I saw were just a dream, a bad dream. I laughed at myself as I remembered every bit of what I passed through. I brought it all on myself. They stood there wondering why I was laughing.
I got up and went straight to my bed. Everything was intact. I threw myself on my bed and whispered to myself.
“I will never drink again.”
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