Inna woke up with a start.
She didn't remember the dream she just had, but one thing was for sure, she was enjoying that dream and some loud motherfucking sound just went and ruined it for her.
It sounded like a chair being scraped back against the hard rough floor.
Letting out a small inaudible groan as she shuffled slightly in her bed, she tried to look for that sound that made her wake up by listening instead of searching with her eyes.
She knew looking around was useless. That's because her room was now in total darkness, save for a small beam of moonlight that came from her window.
And she couldn't be bothered to light the candles.
After a few seconds of listening intently, she heard a few noises that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
"Marghmmmhmm.… Ommmmmphhh…"
She heard a few crunches and along with it were constant noises of someone chewing.
Oh god.
She can hear someone eating in her room.
Lord, Jesus, God, whatever, please don't let it be a ghost.
Don't let it be a ghost eating some human meat or whatever.
No ghost, please.
Please.
Inna clenched her eyes shut as she fought back the staggering urge to run. She tried to calm herself down by thinking of it as just a dream she's probably having.
But when she discreetly pinched herself and the stinging pain came soon after, she knew it's real. And her fear grew worse.
She was ready to bolt, ready to just fuck it and run out while screaming.
But when she heard the familiar clinking of plates, she grew confused and curious rather than scared.
The ghost is using plates?
She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at the ridiculousness of the idea.
A ghost? Using a plate to eat?
Must be a very noble ghost?
Or probably a very well-mannered one?
Wait, can ghosts even touch things?
Then, Inna gasped silently as she realized.
Unless the ghosts here can!
Inna recalled back to Ulima's stories where he talked about a ghost attacking someone in a room.
If they can attack people, that must mean that they can touch things!
Oh, wait, oh shit, THEY CAN ATTACK PEOPLE.
With that realization, Inna knew she shouldn't be rash about her decisions.
She wanted to run away but the ghost might chase her around. And chase scenes with ghosts were the most horrific and the scariest scene in any horror movie.
So, she'd rather not expose herself to a memory that will probably haunt her for the rest of her… second life.
Inna closed her eyes, then opened them. She repeated those movements a few times before slowly exhaling.
Okay, so she's going to have to sneak around and quietly leave the room.
But if all hell breaks loose and the ghost notices her, she's definitely going to make a run for it.
She waited for the right time to move. She noticed that the ghost just kept eating something in her room. But she didn't want to look in fear of accidentally meeting eyes with it so she relied on the sounds it gave instead.
The ghost was eating in the area near her desk. So, with that info in her mind, she knew that she had to sneak away towards the other side of the room.
With her heart beating loudly and her mind reeling, she slowly moved out of her bed.
One foot, over the other.
She kept chanting in her mind as she slowly crept off her bed and walked towards the farthest possible area she could stand on. Then, she practically plastered her back on the walls of her room as she slowly and silently walked towards the door.
After what felt like an hour, she finally reached the door. She internally sighed in relief. She has been staring at the door the whole time because she was deathly afraid to look anywhere else.
And now that the door is just at an arm's reach, she couldn't be any happier.
So, to finally end this torture, she reached her hand out towards the door with a solid plan in her head to make an exit immediately.
But then…
URRRRRPPPPPPP!
Inna was so startled by the loud sound that she instinctively looked towards the direction where it came from.
And she saw a small form sitting on her chair by her desk, eerily giggling.
Fuck the duck in a motherfucking truck.
Her legs started to tremble in fear as she tried to erase the sight in her mind.
But she couldn't because she's too aware of the fact that someone was in fact IN her room.
She refused to look earlier because she wanted the security she felt when she could still deny it; that she could still say that she didn't see anything and blame it wholly on her imagination.
But when she saw that petite form giggling on her chair.
She knew denial is no longer applicable.
The ghost is now a solid truth in her mind.
It's real and it's there. Giggling away.
Though she couldn't see well from the lack of lighting, being moonlight her only savior, it still didn't help hide the form of a small girl and her shaking shoulders.
Ohshitohshitohshit!
Inna's heart began to hammer at her ribs, her palms began to sweat, and her eyes began to water as she tried to keep her composure. She counted sheep in her mind, the only thing she could think of to calm herself whilst still being quiet.
But while counting, she constantly looked at the form of the girl, hoping that if she blinked faster, the girl would hopefully just disappear and never come back.
When she felt herself starting to calm down, she inadvertently sighed in relief.
But Inna's sigh made a loud whooshing noise that made the girl in her desk stiffen. It seems that the girl was midway in another round of eating, judging from the horrid sounds of chewing. The sound Inna made interrupted her meal but Inna hoped that the girl would just ignore it and continue eating.
God, she has never wished for someone to continue eating so bad.
But to Inna's horror, the girl began to slowly move her head towards Inna's direction.