3am

It is Megan Fox, but the scene is from a movie called "Jennifer’s Body".

I was approximately 4-5 years of age and living in with my Mum and younger brother in a small, three bedroom house in Christchurch, New Zealand.

As the older and somewhat more hyperactive brother I often didn’t have normal sleeping patterns and would awake at all hours of the night.

Of course… I would need to include my younger brother Hamish in any shenanigans I would get up to.

But this night was different. Instead of including Hamish in activities I in fact excluded him in the worst possible way.

It was a typical cold night and there was already frost etched on every glass surface on the outside of the house.

I awoke… as usual past midnight and immediately crawled out of bed and opened the bedroom door. Hamish’s room was directly across from mine and I made my way into his room.

"Hamish…" I called

"Hamish!"

Hamish rolled over and looked at me “What?” he asked sleepily.

"Wanna go on an adventure?" I said…

I’ll never forget how quickly his eyes lit up

"Yeah!" He practically jumped out of the bed.

We snuck down the hall past our mothers room and turned right into the kitchen, where we countinued through to the back door.

"You first" I said as I opened the door for Hamish.

Hamish stepped outside without hesitation.

And I slammed the door shut, locking it.

The door had no glass (or any that I could see)

But no sound… Nothing.I waited and waited… Still nothing…

No knocks…

No cries…

I gingerly unlocked the door and peered outside

Just darkness and chilled wind.

Panicky, I shut the door and opened it again… hoping that would help and it didn’t. I closed the door.

As a 5 year old, I didn’t have any grasp on the seriousness of the situation.

So, I went to bed. Hamish was back in the morning and nothing was said.

Years later I brought it up with Hamish and enquired as to what had happened.

Hamish, to this day… has fleeting images of the door shutting and opening rapidly for about 2 minutes with nobody being the cause. He remembers screaming and shouting for help and banging on every house surface and window for a full 15 minutes always feeling like he was being watched. Catching glimpses of a figure standing near him. 

I asked him “How did you get back inside?”

I woke up, I looked at my phone just to know what time is it.

It was 2:57am, I got up and took my blanket with me, deciding to go to my laptop and check out a social networking site, as I opened my laptop, through the corner of my eye at the edge of the screen I glanced at a white figure, knowing that my curtains are white I decided to ignore it. I felt heavy, I thought it was just fatigue kicking in, I checked the time again in my laptop, it was already 3:24am, I put on my headset and started listening to a song, hoping it would clear up the uneasiness that I was feeling.

The song is about to finish, as it finishes there was a small childish and creepy voice creaking in saying: “wake up, it’s time to sleep”, in fear I immediately removed my headset. the song already stopped but the voice kept saying the sentence and it’s getting louder and louder, I knew that I left the volume at 15, but it’s like it’s on 100. I decided to unplug the headset, there was a brief silence, it was so calm, it nearly put me to sleep. I turned off my laptop, but left it unfolded, with my blanket still covering me, I decided to sit on the bed. Strangely, with a slight impulse I looked at my laptop(it was off), I saw my reflection in dim lights, but there was something wrong, as I looked in more closely, there was a faceless figure wearing white, riding my back like a kid, it smiled and said “wake up, it’s time to sleep”…