The screams then stopped. I was so scared, I almost pissed my pants. The room that I saw the shadow through was the room that my friends and I slept in. .
I ran up the hill as fast as my legs could carry me, and told my dad what happened. Of course, he didn't believe me, and told me my mind was wandering. I then ran to my grandmother, and she didn't believe me either, saying that I had "such a wild imagination". I couldn't get anyone to believe me, so I finally just gave up and figured it must have been my imagination.
After a long morning of sledding, the whole group came back to the cabin were my aunt had made a big ham dinner, with all the fixings. We all ate like pigs of course, and were too full to move afterwards. We just sat around and talked about the good crashes and blunders that happened on the sledding hill. It seemed like we all talked for an eternity. By the time everyone got bored of sitting around, it was almost time for dinner. We were all still stuffed from lunch, and we all opted tom go straight to bed so we could get an early start tomorrow morning.
As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard footsteps walking through the hallway outside of my room. I got up, thinking it would be my father, since he is a rather big man, and the footsteps seemed so deep and loud. I looked into the hallway to see no one there. The footsteps were still there however. I looked to the ground and saw the floorboards buckling under pressure. .
I almost pissed my pants again, and ran back to my room, locked the door, and hid under my covers. I wondered for a while what the hell it could be. I didn't believe in ghosts, so I ruled out ghosts. I pondered all sorts of things it could be, but my mind came up empty. After thinking about it for about two hours, I got tired and fell asleep again.
The next morning I awoke to loud screams and crying, that seemed to be coming from the room next to mine.
