I had just come back from home. I was soaking wet as I had rode back home on my bike. I came to the front door and started hearing a sound like knocking.
I turned to the nextdoor neighbour's garge and saw nothing inbetween the cracks in the fence. I went inside and could still hear the tapping.
I went to my room where the tapping sound's volume increased. I sat down on my bed and the tapping stopped. I stood up and it carried on. I looked under my bed and.
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I ran outside, jumped onto my bike and went to my friend's house. I had locked my bedroom door and the room was never used again.
30 years later I went back into the room and saw a skeleton holding a knife. No-one believed me. But now I had proof. I took a pic and sent it to everyone I knew and then my friend replied. Huh? I thought. This friend had gone missing 32 years ago. And now they found her?
