I Saw Something in the Guest Room, and I Wish I Hadn’t

I live in a two-story house with a balcony on the second floor that overlooks the first floor. From below, you can see most of the second floor, and from above, you have a clear view of the first floor. On the second floor, there’s a guest room that faces the open side, making it visible from the first floor. It’s a normal room,just a bed, a small attached toilet, nothing unusual. I’ve slept there many times, and nothing ever felt off.

But for the past year, I’ve had this strange feeling whenever I look at the room. Even when the lights are on or the door is closed, I get this weird sense of unease, like something is just… off. I can’t explain it.

Then I started having these strange dreams. Not nightmares exactly, just unsettling. I’d find myself wandering onto the second floor, sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, and I’d hear an old woman’s voice coming from the room. It was shaky, almost like she was speaking while shivering uncontrollably. The words never made sense, just random gibberish. If I looked away, the voice stopped. But if I focused on the room, it would start again, louder.

These dreams happened three or four times, out of nowhere. I even mentioned them to my mom as a joke, and we laughed it off.

Then last week, something happened that I can’t shake.

It was midday. My parents were out, and it was just me and my sister at home. I was walking through the first floor when, out of habit, I glanced up at the guest room. Just a quick look.

And I swear I saw something inside.

It was dark in the room, but I saw what looked like two long arms,just arms, no head or torso,stretched out wide, almost like a scarecrow. I froze. I was so sure I saw it that my body just locked up for a moment. Then, for some reason, I decided to go upstairs and check.

As I got within two feet of the doorway, I heard the voice. The exact same shaky, trembling voice from my dreams. Only this time, it was loud,way too loud, like someone was right in my ear. Instinctively, I covered my ears and ran downstairs to my sister.

When my parents got home, I told them what happened. They didn’t believe me, of course. They said it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

And maybe they’re right. Maybe I just imagined it. Maybe it was just my brain trying to connect dots that aren’t really there. I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about it anymore. I’ve been trying to push it out of my mind, to convince myself it was just a weird moment, a bad memory, nothing more.

But I just needed to get it off my chest.