After reading Zette’s short story thread, I am inspired to write some short stories of my own, for posting here in MPSIMS. I have had the idea before, but never worked on it much. Anyway, my stories are going to be purely autobiographical, and fiction-free. Whether or not you believe them is irrelevant. Just read them and enjoy. 
I have had a good number of “unexplained phenomena” and freaky co-incidences in my lifetime, which I feel are quite stimulating tales to tell.
Here is this week’s Tale of Terror, from my own life.
[li]The Tell-Tale Heart Incident: circa 1978A.D.[/li]
When I was eight or nine years old, I awoke in the middle of the night, for reasons I do not recall. Most likely, I had to pee. While lying awake in bed, I became aware of a faint, odd, rhythmic sound. It was indistinct, at first, but quite noticeable. With each successive rythym, the sound grew louder. About thirty seconds into this montage, I realized what the sound was, or at least, what it sounded like: a human heartbeat! The sound was coming from the basement, directly under my room!
I scurried out of my room, in terror, and awoke my mother, then told her about the sound. It was still beating, louder and louder. She got out of bed, went to the top of the basement stairs, and listened. She heard it too, and it gave her quite a startle. Of course, there was no way my mom, or I, was going to actually go downstairs and see what it was. My father was sound asleep, and we didn’t try to wake him up, since he wouldn’t have cared about the sound anyway, and more than likely would have become angry for waking him up for something so “trivial.” My mom and I each went back to bed, and went to sleep. How I made myself go back to sleep I will never know. I do however, seem to recall scrunching a pillow over my head so I couldn’t hear it so much. This was no dream. It really happened.
We never did find out what the heartbeat sound was, or exactly where it had been coming from, in the basement. It only happened that one time. I have no siblings, so it could not have been a practical joke. The oddest part of this story is that my mother has nearly no recollection of the event. She recalls something spooky happening but not the details, thereof. Apparently, she seems to have blocked it out from her memory. This would make sense, as my mother is very religious and uncomfortable with potentially paranormal phenomena.
The End
Coming soon:
“A Visitation by Count Dracula”
“The Shooting Star”
“The Parasol Lady”