I distinctly remember one night as a child when my Parents and Siblings were asleep and the lights were out. At this point I was the only one awake, which was rare. I turned on a small lamp in my room, picked up a notebook to scribble in it and then suddenly I heard a “CREEK!”–I jumped at the sound. Frightened, I then hid under my bed, and hesitantly resumed my doodle…“CREEK!”–I almost Bumped™ my head against the bed in pure fright. Since this was
obviously the work of devils, I quickly prayed to the Lord to expel all of the demons from my room, but to no effect–“CREEK!”. At this point I began desperately reciting whatever prayers I knew at the time, but it was futile. By this time, I was also able to clearly hear footsteps echoing throughout the house; Little by little, they began getting closer… and closer… and closer… and closer… until–“CREEEEK!” I ran out of my room–crying, and proceeded to desperately knock on my parents’ door (which had a lock on it). Finally my Dad came out and he sleepily asked me “What’s wrong?”.
“There’s a demon in my room!”, I said.
“What?”.
“Yeah! I keep hearing this creeking sound and I can hear them walking around in my room!”
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My Dad laughed.
“That’s just the wind, silly. There’s a storm outside.”
At the moment I stood defeated, utterly humiliated by my own ignorance; a shameful indifference overcame my being, and a somberness filled my heart. All that was left in my power to do was say “oh” and silently return to my room.
