It was a hot summer night, sometime around 2009.
I was staying over at a friend’s house a newly built place standing alone on a small hill, it was only for vacation trips and surrounded by trees and empty land. It was far from the main road, silent except for the crickets. The house wasn’t fully finished yet the walls were bare, and some windows didn’t even have curtains.
There were four of us that night, sleeping in two separate rooms. After dinner, we left some food on the table and went to bed. The air was heavy and warm, so I didn’t bother covering myself just laid there trying to fall asleep.
Around 3 am, I suddenly woke up. Something ice cold was gripping my left foot. At first, I thought it was my friend playing a prank but when I looked, he was sound asleep beside me. The cold touch tightened, almost painful now, and then it was gone.
A wave of freezing air passed near my face, drifting toward the corner of the room. I didn’t dare turn around. I just lay there, heart pounding, pretending to be asleep. The air felt wrong heavy, like someone was standing just inches away, watching.
When morning finally came, the sunlight felt unreal. We all got up, silent, uneasy. Then we noticed something strange:
all the food from the table was gone.
No one had left their rooms that night.
No one admitted to hearing or seeing anything.
Three of us never went back there again.
A few months later, my friend parents sold the house said they couldn’t sleep there anymore. He never told us why.
But sometimes, I still wonder
what else was hungry in that house that night.
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