Alex

Her father passed away three years ago.

This of course freaked her out.

It only seemed to get a lot worse when tapping and the windows started up.

As much as I wanted to pull the curtain back to reassure her we were alright, possibly finding out it was just a loose tree branch or something making such a noise.

A gut feeling told me to stay where I was.

I told Trina this and somehow managed to talk her out of looking behind the curtain as well.

If we hadn't decided to go to bed early the moment we arrived, we probably would have been watching TV and not listening to the radio.

I'm so glad none of us decided to do that.

I can't imagine what we would have heard if we did, and I don't ever want to find out.

It was around midnight when Trina decided she couldn't take it anymore.

She had convinced herself that this little prank being pulled on us was going way too far, and she was going to go down to the lobby and inform the front desk about what was going on.

I tried to stop her, but this time nothing I said worked.

It's been over an hour now, and she still hasn't come back.

Right now the tapping has died down, but now I hear whispering.

It's very faint, but it's there.

I'm on my bed typing this, and god it's so hard to keep my hands from shaking.

I already have five missed calls and three different voicemails, and of course I delete them, but they keep making more.

I really need to try and calm down, maybe drink some water or something.

I don't think the bellboy is coming, but I'll remember to keep you guys informed if anything else happens.

Until then.