My reason for my Insomnia

I'd like to say I not only made an account just for this but I've also got somethings to add from my sister's points of view.

To start my family had moved into a really broken house and my mom, dad and many aunt's were fixing it. We moved in when I was no older than 6 or 7, as my birthday is in July I can never be sure on my age. For starters my mother had three or four guys thats jobs were to paint the Livingroom, they showed up and were the only ones home but when my mom got home they left, the doors were not locked nor did they get very far into painting. Things got even weirder We had plenty of dogs and my dog (Nomi) was always on edge, he'd cry at nothing in the halls and bark protectively at nearly everything inside. One morning I had gotten up really early and was watching a crime show (I can't remember which one but I know it was crime related) when Nomi, (who was laying next to me on the couch) got up and started crying. I was really confused but than he started growling, at this point I think I stood up and he began barking, I was scared because of many reasons. 1 I didn't want to be in trouble for being up. 2 he was barking at the front door. And 3 Nomi was acting like he'd gone insane. I not sure how but he stopped barking and my mom was awake. Now that I think about it, whatever it was. It was afraid of the adults in the house.

The house surely had something, things go missing for weeks then they'd turn up like they were never gone. My dad lost his watch, it was very important as he got it from my grandma, it was was gone for a Max of 8 weeks. When it turned up it was in plain sight. You see my dad only took it off for sleep and shower, he went to take a shower then it was gone. Note that this part is from both his memory and my sister Jess. According to Jess she was in the Livingroom all day but somehow it was there, on the dining table clear as day, my dad said it was fixed and that the 'seconds' pin-hand hadn't been moving for the last year, but it was. The part that really gets me is that it was covered in oldy finger prints, and they both say they were too small to be mine.

The house had two bathrooms, one was very small and only had a tiny shower and very small sink and toilet, the large one had full shower and bath, double sinks with cabnet room and a nice toilet. The small bath always made me comfortable as I was never near the mirror and I was able to hold the handle without having to stretch my tiny arms. The small bath was well known for the sink turning on at random times of day/night and the water was really gross coloured. The large bath was horrible, it always felt like something was always behind you and that if you tried to turn and see what it or who it was they'd move in time to be behind you again. The shower was a no go for me and I was in full view of the mirror and textured window, the worst part was that if you were bathing and had the door shut you could hear people arguing outside. My sister's never really got along (they do know) and we're always fighting so I would just assume it was them, but one afternoon I knew something was wrong because I heard the arguing extra loud but my eldest sister was asleep and Kris the middle child was outside. I wasn't the only one who heard the arguing outside the bathroom, my mother would hear it everytime and would come storming out of the shower to stop the none existing fights. Now for the title meaning.

My bedroom was the worst place in the whole house. the room had two closets but one and them was broken and the doors never closed (the toy closet, we put all of the toys in there-bad idea) me and my sister's share a room and we didn't have like bunk beds or anything, we had mattresses on the floor. To imagine the size of the room my bed was right next to the toy closet (very important) and Jess and Kristen's were right next to each other. Making just enough room for a dresser that had the TV and VCR on it. The first year or so I'd have dreams of the toys coming to life and going on adventures around the room, I still think of the dreams as fun because I was able to re-enact the awesome battles they'd have, but on night I had a very different dream. I don't remember what everything looked like but I still can hear the words. The dream had something to do with me getting a baby brother and how sad I was about to being to baby anymore (my mom couldn't have kids after me) and that to make it better I'd be the best big sister ever, but the dream turn dark fast. Soon I was crying and couldn't stop, I don't really know why but I had the most sickening feel. My sis Jess woke me up quickly, I had been in so much pain that I was nearly crying my face off, and things go down hill from there. That later week as I was starting to fall asleep I hear someone call my name, at first I thought it to be my sister's messing with me because I'm a very timid thing. And them I heard my name called again, I can kinda remember a bad smell came over the room but that was nothing compared to the new voice calling me to play with toys from my closet. It wasn't scary or bad at first but one night I was really sleepy and I can still feel the sickening feeling rise as I wright this, good I was so tired but the closet really wanted to play, no that THING really wanted to play. It sounded like a young girl but it's voice change. "Alley!" (My name) was called at first, it sounded as sweet as it always did but I just wanted to sleep. "Get up you can't sleep! Get up now you can't sleep!" You know that kind of whisper shouting that you do during sleepovers, it was like that, the voice changed and started telling me I can sleep now and that it was fine for me to sleep, but than a gurgling voice began. Yelling for me to wake. I didn't sleep well after that, I'd hear my name called and I'd feel sick.

Other things happened around that time, one room that our housemate at the time was staying in fell inwards, my mother was tripped by nothing a broke her wrist, my dad slipped off the roof and hurt himself really bad(not really sure if it was the house or not) and the part that really gets me, most because I had my Friend with me. Was when my sister broke the my bedroom window. For context Jess was very violent but only to an extent, me Jess and my friend we're gonna play outside and Jess told us to wait-we didn't. We rant to the backyard near my bedroom window and laughed about how she'll never find us, that was when Jess saw us outside and got this really weird look in her eyes. She was of course mad but it was different, she was so pale and just brought her hand up and hit the window. The window was very thick and shattered with ease.

Jess had the most interesting thing from all of this. She said that she was on my parents bed with their room door open making the door to our room visible, she said, and I quote " I was on the bed listening to Reba when I saw a little blond girl run out of our room down the hall, I thought it was you (me) but then I remembered that you were with (friends) and didn't leave the house in a dress. The more I thought about it the scarier it was, she look nothing like you but the hair colour. She had really curly-blond hair and a light little dress on, you(me) left the house in jeans" Jess was really uncomfortable and left the house to join me and my Friend after that and brushed the hole thing off. My friend said she saw a really young boy just sitting on the porch crying and was very concerned. Quotes again, this is a copy and paste of the text she sent.

"No it was like really weird cus he was just crying none stop and you guys didn't seem to even notice He was in like light blue and it was full footsies style He had a f***g had that went with it and I thought it was weird Oh st! The pattern it was blue with little white clouds on it That's to freaky for me I thought he was family because I could see some blond hair!"

For your same I cut the emotes she added.

I don't really know what to say, my whole house (-dad) think it was hounted but I can't be to sure. I'm sorry that this is long but I really want to get it off my chest, as I never really talk about it with anyone my my household. Ease give me any feedback you want, and ask me any questions you have, my memory is really good but I just really have to thing about it and questions would really help. Thank you for reading.