Sure, I love my brother. I love him more than existence. But for once, I think Iím questioning that love. Itís been going on for a while now, but for the first time, itís gone past the line. For now, I will go by E. The recent Sunday, I have turned 16 and around that weekend, I have had a good time, but thatís not what I am going to talk about. If you know me as the girl who is very creative and nice to everyone, but I believe itís finally time to reveal something I have never said to anyone before. In reality strange things happen at night. Just after the sun is gone, sometimes even if there is still a little light left. But donít worry, this isnít horror story scary. At least not yet. Hopefully.
Anyway, my youngest of my two brothers, (letís just call him X) has HDAD. Nothing big. I have Asperger Syndrome so thereís nothing to worry about. However, he needs to take the special pills otherwise, he is an insane asylum without its staff. Although he takes them in the morning, it usually fades off in the evening. Thatís when the mental abuse begins. All either me or my other brother, who is older than X, (We will call him S) ever do X will yell at us for it as if we have been telling him to do our homework. Iím just doing what we like to do and he practically yells at us as if itís unfair. Well, we let him blab all that random crap that he is vomiting out of his mouth and donít say a word about it. All we have to do is be ourselves and he hates us for it. Now itís actually worse than it looks. We try to tell him that itís unfair and we should compromise, but he yells at us before we can finish. Still doesnít sound insane enough? Sometimes he is so dang loud, he causes S to hide behind the furniture. Itís also been incredibly stressing. Sometimes after X mentally torturing me, I find myself in my room crying while listening to anti-depression music
Now here comes the more terrifying part. I think the mental abuse from him has a side effect. Itís not very human. Sometimes, at night whenever I hear a creak from the floors, I will quickly turn towards where I heard the sound come from and hiss. Not just hiss, but like an animal threatening something. How do I know X is the source? Just this night at a moment when it got worse. X screamed at the top of his lungs for one second when I was in the living room, and that caused me to drop down to the floor. I was hissing again and maybe growling a little bit. It was for half a minute or so, but I swear I was becoming inhuman. An animal. A savage. I knew my house was haunted, but I didnít know it would be X.