A Short Story I Wrote While I'm Lying In Bed and Couldn't Fall Asleep.

 

A Short Story I wrote While I'm Lying In Bed and Couldn't Fall Asleep.

    How the fu** that other people can just close their eyes and fall asleep right away? I'm very angry, jealous at those people with their remarkable ability to just shut down for the day as soon as their body hits the bed. It's frustrating, I cover my face in my pillow and screams as hard as I can.
    I wish I could just scream loudly but living in an apartment surely has some limitations. I'm too worked up to sleep now, maybe a drink would help.
    About 3 seconds is all it takes to get out of the bed and reach the fridge in the kitchen. That's how small my apartment is. Nothing feels better than a cold drink in the middle of the night. My throat feels so heavenly right now.
    As I'm chugging down the drink from the glass cup, my head is tilting up and I'm staring at the hole in the ceiling. It's not a surprise because i know its existance. A cheap rent makes me feel alright about living in this run-down apartment. What's up there? I don't know, I never bother checking. I assume it's just a space for piping or just empty with nothing. Suddenly I'm curious and I want to check it out.
    The ceiling is low, I don't need a ladder but a chair would be enough for me to stand on and reach it. I pick up my phone from the nightstand in the bedroom first before dragging a chair from the small rectangular dining table. My head went in first which is a mistake because I should turn on the flashlight from my phone first to be able to see. But when there's light, nothing exciting can be seen, just an empty space as expected. I look around, searching for a possible treasure chest or more realistically rats because i think I hear them sometimes in the house. But there's truly nothing, disappointed even though I never put any hope in finding anything. 
    But before I get down, I'm feeling chills all over my body as I feel like I'm being watched, I'm being stared at. And sure enough, in the corner of my eyes, I see another set of eyes looking straight at me.
    Quickly, I turn and shine the light to the eyes but I'm greeted with nothing, no eyeballs at all. But I can shake this eerie feeling of my body. Could it be there's someone on my head all this time?
    Nah, there's no way. My apartment is old and could be designed and built way before I was born. I also live on the top floor of this three floor building with a roof on top. The ceiling will cover the roof but will leave this small space in between. Although it is wide enough because there's no partition apart from this large beam in the middle and span across the whole area of the house, it's not tall enough for someone to even sit in.... but if you crawl.....
    This is way too creepy, I should stop imagining things that would definitely make me lose sleep. I look around for the last time, making sure I checked the spaces behind the large support beam.... which now that I think again.... it's large enough to hide a body behind....and that would mean....
    I quickly jump down from the chair, hitting my head on the frame of the hole. I run to my room as quickly as I can and cover myself under the blanket. Could there really be someone living above me all this time? The thought of it is frightening, making me shiver.
All of these mysteries in my house would make sense if this terrifying situation is true. I swear I left a leftover pizza slice in the fridge but somehow it was gone when i check. No, I forgot stuff all the time so I must have eaten it at some point. But I swear I notice the bathroom was wet when I come back from a week holiday trip with my friends. No, my faucet leaks all the time, that must be the answer. Surely.... there's no way right?
    Suddenly, I heard the chair squeak. Not loud but I definitely heard it, like someone slowly getting down from the ceiling, slowly stepping on the chair but the chair still slides slightly on the floor, causing the squeak.
    My heart is beating fast, like a Formula One car's engine. Could even be faster because I can hear the beating without a stethoscope. I'm not a scaredy-cat but I'm really creeped out by this sudden event.
    Then, I heard the door knob slowly turn. Am I gonna die? Will I get murdered in my own room, in my own bed?
    The door slowly closed, but I can still hear the click. I suddenly realised, I didn't shut my bedroom door when I ran in. I take a peek and yes, my door is wide open, revealing the dark living room.
    I get up slowly, a slow step by step out, my fist ready to pound, I walked out the room to the living room. I'm looking around but not seeing nothing, or anyone. Maybe he just left, maybe the click was from the front door. I slowly approach the door to inspect and I see the shadows of two feet creeping in from under the door.

The End

Note from me: The hole in the ceiling is true, it actually exists in my house right now and the photo cover for this story is the real picture but edited slightly to make the hole bigger. One tile was broken in half but previous tenant I think, leaving a hole. I never inspect it, now there's no way I will ever do that and I definitely won't be sleeping tonight.