Tapping Trevor

So this happened about four years ago when I was 12, I had just barely moved to a new house. It was a 70’s model Town Home. I got the basement room, which was fine because I liked the room. After everything in my room was unpacked and set up, I sat on my bed going through my Facebook. But the I started hearing a tapping noise, but I figured it was because the house was getting old. A few minutes later I was called upstairs for dinner, I sat down at the table and ate, I decided not to ask about the tapping because I didn’t want to scare my sister’s. After dinner I went back to my room, and tried to relax and go to sleep.

I eventually dozed off, only to be woken up by a tapping sound over by my door. So I got up and went to open my door. When I looked out no one was there, so I climbed back in bed and tried to go back to sleep. A few minutes later the tapping started again, I decided to ignore it and I forced my self to fall asleep. But I had the weirdest dream where my closet door was open and there was a boy about my age, tapping on the wall. He didn’t seem to notice me, I just sat and looked at him. He started to chant. “I am tapping Trevor,” over and over. Then he turned his head and stared at me with empty eyes and disappeared. I woke up right at that moment, and looked over and to my horror my closet door was open. I saw a piece of paper in the floor of the closet, where he was sitting. So I climbed out of bed and picked it up. It was a picture of a boy that looked just like Tapping Trevor.

  • Dr. Big Johnny Z.

    Not that bad of a story. Doesn’t deserve the low rating.