This happened a bit of a long time ago, the Halloween before last I believe, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately so I figured I might as well talk about it here.
So, this specific Halloween was a pretty good one, in all, I'd say. I went to a friend's house (Let's call her Alyssa) and quite a few of my other friends were there, too. We baked a lot of stuff and generally just had a good time. Most everyone crashed before midnight, though, and me and Wyatt (I've mentioned him in another story of mine, sorry) decided we might as well follow suit, since he had to get up early to leave the next morning. Because we were the last to go to bed, the only space left to sleep was the couch in the side living room off of Alyssa's kitchen. The setup was simple; a medium leather couch facing away from the kitchen, pressed up against the weird dividing wall that separates the side room from the kitchen, and a TV resting in the direct opposite of the room, placed in what I think was supposed to be a fireplace.
In any case, we decide to sleep there, since Wyatt and I are both pretty thin and can fit on the same couch. We're very close, so sleeping together and sharing a bed/couch/whatever doesn't bother us. We find a blanket and settle down, and that's when it happens.
I blearily look up to see the radio clock resting on the TV flash to midnight, and as soon as that happened, I heard the most awful, gut-wrenching, skin-freezingly furious screaming. It sounded like a thousand people were screaming at once, but one voice seemed to almost drown out the rest. Whoever or whatever it was, was fucking pissed and wanted me gone. In reality, the screaming probably only lasted a few seconds at best, but it felt like forever.
Needless to say, it scared me into a full-blown panic attack, and I began whimpering and sobbing like the baby I am. Wyatt wakes up to me crying, and tries to calm me down. At some point I must've clung to him, but it didn't really register until I was calmed down enough to talk. I told Wyatt what happened, and he had no idea what to really say about it other than it possibly being a dream. I decided to just go with that, even though I knew that wasn't it, and eventually fell asleep.
Since then, I've been able to reason that it was probably ghosts shifting through the void or whatever, since the switch was from Halloween to Day of the Dead. The voice that seemed angry was probably a pissed off relative of Alyssa's, angry because a bunch of teenagers they don't know are everywhere.
That's just what I've concluded, though. The fact of the matter is, nobody else saw or heard anything that night, and the next day was nothing if not eerily calm. I'll never know for sure what really happened, but I'm content believing what I've been able to deduce.
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