The Mysterious Thump at Unimas
It's been a while since my first story on this site, and I needed to check it out after my friends and I were discussing ghosts. There's a part of the conversation that has been staying with me for a while. This happened a few months back, not like my last story.
It happened during the early hours on a Friday. I was busy doing a few assignments that were due soon, but I was pretty calm about it. The first months at college weren't easy, but I got used to it afterward. If I remembered correctly, it happened either late at 2 or just as it hit 3. I was wearing my headphones, drawing dolls and stuff, when I heard a thump on the door. When I took my headphones off, there wasn't much of a sound. I thought it was just the unstable table making the noise, so I decided to go back to work.
But then it happened again, and this time I had my left headphone off, so I had to double-check. I looked at the door, and then back at my papers, when suddenly, the thumping happened again. This time, I had my full attention towards the door, and I wasn't doing anything that could have made the noise.
It was quick and forceful, almost like they needed me to get to the door. However, I was too spooked to move when I heard the thumping. Being confused made me say my prayers faster than a speeding bullet. I had heard a lot of spooky rumors about Unimas before I enrolled in my dorm, and most people were talking about the thumping, so when it happened to me, I was past anxious. I wasn't expecting the supernatural moment to hit me It happened for a strong few minutes before the thumping eventually ceased. My frightened self wasn't brave enough to reach the door, so I sat there and then turned to my flatmate, who was sound asleep. Like, the guy didn't even hear what happened!
It took at least 30 minutes for me to settle down. I was too frightened to continue my task, so I decided to get straight to bed and finish my task hours later.
The only explanation that I can think of that explains this occurrence is that someone who I shared flats with (In Unimas, we have this concept where students live in loft-styled dorms. Y'know, with the living room and kitchen and everything) must have been thumping the door for something but gave up because they expected I was asleep.
I remembered one person who was awake with me at the time, but you won't believe the look of frightfulness I had on my face the minute he said that he didn't bother coming out of his room and was sound asleep starting at 1, which is a whole hour before the thumping began. No one was awake at the time, I asked everybody. So, ever since then, I've begun to feel comfortable doing my assignments in the Study Room, just a few pieces away from my dorm.
