Haunted House

I guess it was when I woke up that I could tell something was... off. Being exhausted , I crashed at 7pm; by that time it had still been light out. It felt like a few minutes later when I opened my eyes to darkness.

This wasn't exactly strange, I guess, because time tends to be perceived differently during sleep, but two facts that caught my interest were (1. I could have sworn I'd left the light on, and 2. I also could have sworn I fell asleep with my phone next to me on my bed, but now it was nowhere to be found so I couldn't check the time.)

My bed creaked as I rolled out of it it never creaks and I stumbled over something soft yet firm and strangely warm as I made my way to the door. As I turned to look back, I caught something red in my eye that seemed to be moving, but when I kept looking around the dark yet palely-lit room to find the source of the color, I could see nothing. There wasn't anything on the floor, either; I went back to see and there was only the carpet.

Strange.

I fumbled for the doorknob and flung the door open to more darkness. Which was also strange, because my parents should have been up; it would have had to have been crazy late for them to be in bed. 

"Honey?" my mom's voice rang from what seemed like the dining room. Why was she sitting in the dark?

"Mom?" I called back in a somewhat hushed voice. I couldn't tell why I was trying to keep my voice low, like something was coming. It felt like something was breathing down my neck and I had to keep quiet to stay alive...

I looked behind just in case, eyes scanning the shadows of the stairs. Nothing that I could see.

I walked to the dining room to find it eerily lit by the moonlight streaming in from the windows.

"...Mom?" I whispered to the empty room. Lights from the microwave blinked at me in response. For some reason, an old story about the house flashed through my mind just then. Something about a spirit or haunt or something, bodies appearing randomly and disappearing, voices echoing tauntingly through the rooms

A chill ran down my spine, and I started looking for the light switch. I ran my hands against the wall in search for it, but it didn't seem to be where I remembered it. Finally I found it closer to the living room, and I switched it on quickly.

Bang!

My hands flung instinctively to my ears as the light flickered on just to explode out again in a flash as the lightbulb exploded. Heart pounding a little faster, I turned back to the hallway to return to the stairs and go to my safe haven of a bed, but something was moaning from... the stairs, I think... It sounded like it was...In pain.

What else could I do but go toward it?

"Hello?" I heard my own voice echo down the hall.

I myself hadn't said a word. This night kept getting stranger... and freakier. I could feel panic rising in my chest for once.

 I turned around, moving toward to the kitchen, and a sudden urge struck me to see if it was still there. If it was left. The one thing I cared about.

I walked faster, blood pounding in my ears, and entered the kitchen, staring out into the dining room as I did so. It sounded like a hiss somewhere, but I moved faster and threw open a drawer, pulling out the first utensil that my hand stumbled upon, a knife, and I turned around to make sure nothing was there but darkness MORE DARKNESS and ran to the door to fling it open

I stared in horror as a sick yellow light hummed upon an empty shelf stained with red.

Someone had finished the last of the strawberry ice cream.

My screams echoed through the house as I collapsed on the floor with the knife falling out of my hand.