Night owl

Masie couldn't decide not to! Alright, just put in the hard work. Maybe it would stop the knocking? She walks over to her scattered clothes, gathering them up in her arms, shirt by sock by undergarment to pants and shorts, she walks downstairs and upstairs over and over again, a slight headache starting to arise in her head.

"Are you cleaning your room, honey?" Her mother asks, eye wide with curiousness. This is a big part of why Masie loved her mom. She was always curious in what's happening, and with such a kind future she's made, it's hard to say anything bad to her face on purpose. 

Masie freezes, her lips tightening out of the tiny fear arising in her heart. Gosh, her heart jumped.

"Yeah..." Masie murmurs, making a tense smile, backing away from the laundry machine quietly and running back upstairs, the wood feeling slippery and cold underfoot. Masie hears her mom's footsteps go back to the master bedroom, and she lets out a shaky breath of relief. Reaching her room, she walks in and shuts the door, before noticing the deafening silence filling the room. All she could hear was the ringing, Masie always hears it whenever it's quiet. It's like consciousness's way of reminding her that she's alive.

Masie opens the door again, still staying a fair distance from the area the knocking is from, only by the left side of the door frame. As much as she loved to be alone sometimes, she had nightmares of the door being shut, a figure appearing in the room and basically, killing her. But of course, those nightmares gave her a nice, long, run session before the heart dropping ending visits and consciousness arises again. 

'Okay, what's next?' Masie contemplates the next move of her clean up. Maybe she should... re-arrange some stuff? Masie moves over to her dresser, grabbing the sides firmly with her fingers and inching it towards her body every so slowly, walking backward with it until she reaches the other wall, and unravels her fingers from the frame. Bending her fingers up and down a couple times, the usual ache shoots through them. Sighing and walking to the vanity, she drags it out from behind the bed, careful around the bedside table, placing it to the left of where she hears the knocking. Noticing that a charging port wasn't there, she groans and walks to the vanity again, moving it to the right, covering the area where the knocking is heard. Hesitating for a minute, Masie sighs and shakes her head. She can't do that, what if the ghost decides to be like those demons in a horror movie and show up in the mirror, becoming attached to it? Or what if it knocks on the mirror?

She grabs it once again, pulling it all the way left to the dresser. It was horrible placement, but it's the best she could do. Straightening herself back up again, grabbing her hips and leaning back to stretch, she eyes the bed. The table needs to be by the bed, the bible is crucial to be next to Masie, in her opinion. She looks around the room, trying to find a suitable place. An automatic no is near the doorframe... and... Masie keeps thinking, 10 minutes passing by before she gets a plan and moves the bed to the very center of the room, placing the table with the bible on the side of the bed closest to the doorframe. This would have to do. 

She knew she thought she was done with the phone for today, but this energy couldn't fit into just words. It needed to be pressed into something- a keyboard, a story, a new A.I. bot, anything. Walking out to the hallway, her eyes widen in surprise. Shoot, it was pitch black. Closing her eyes quickly after she grasps the stairs stability handle, she breathes quickly, trying to calm down.

A couple months ago, she was walking through the hallway, the night owl inside her coming out randomly. She was normally a morning person, yes, but she can't help it when she had so much energy. To her dismay, a figure in my brother's room stands, hovering high in the light-less environment. One, two, three.. Masie had counted as it walked closer to her, no face in sight, Sam's bed not even there in its world. Walking right up to the door which is slightly cracked open, it's deep, dark face seemed to pull her closer, it's body standing right there looking at Masie like she was a mere ant. Quickly snapping out of it, she had scampered back to her room and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to never see it again. 

"Dear god, please protect me, my family, my friends, and my friends' family's from anything bad hurting us physically, spiritually, and mentally. Thank you god, I hope you and Jesus had a good evening, will have a good night, and wake up feeling well rested. Love you god, Amen." Was the prayer Masie threw out of her mouth quicker than a lightning bolt. She usually never prays often, but when she needed it, she was going to pray.

Back to the present, Masie snaps out of the flashbacks and keeps walking downstairs, the 1st floor ground now obvious. Turning left, Maxie walks to her desk, feeling around for the phone. There! No, wrong object. This? No. 

'Just open 1 eye. 1.' Masie's internal voice says to her. Masie hesitates, before quickly opening one eye and looking over her desk quickly.  Where the heck was it? It wasn't even there. Scowling, Masie walks to the dining room, moving to the window seat. There it was- why was it even there? Masie facepalms but quickly takes her phone and closes her eyes again, shuffling back upstairs carefully back to her room. 

Making it inside, Masie walks over to the lamp on her bedside table, turning it on. It gives the bible a glow the color of honey, and Masie smiles briefly before walking back to her closet, turning on that light. Opening her eyes now, she walks to the main light and turns it off, leaving the room in a dim lighting, like the first break of dawn. Crawling back onto the bed, she pulls the blanket over her body and lets her back finally relax. No internet. As expected, no internet ever reached Masie's room. Swiping up, she clicks on 'Mobile Data' and grimaces at the notification of 4.06 GB of data used from the late nights she stayed awake. Whatever. 

Setting the phone down, she focuses on the hook a mosquito net used to hang from. What could she do to decorate? Walking over to a bookshelf in her closet, she grabs a necklace with fake flowers, climbing and then standing on her bed to hang it up. Carefully placing it on the hook, a little flowery decoration now hung over the bed, making it look like the perfect comfy spot for a early morning or her late-night-sleep-deprivation-scheme-nobody-knows-about. The cold pillow soothes Masie's aching neck, and no whispers or tapping can be heard. Maybe they had enough earlier? Good. She needed some much-deserved sleep. Pulling the blanket up to her neck, and turning onto her belly, she falls into a deep sleep, the idea of school that once made her stomach turn disappearing when her consciousness fades away.