I have always been scared of my room, but my parents didn’t believe me. They don’t see things I see, they never even listen to me. Maybe it’s because I scare them or because they just think I’m silly. But it all started one night in my room.
“Mom, please stay in my room with me!” tears rushing down my face. My mom just simply said “No” and walked out.
“Daddy, please you have to stay with me!”
“Nothing is going to happen Dalia.” My dad then walked off looking around my room, following my mother. Then I heard their door room shut. I was in the darkness. I was trying to fall asleep when I saw something glowing. I sat up and saw a little girl in a white dress. She was smiling. She had such a big grin that it was almost too big enough for her face. I put my covers over my head and I started crying. I decided to make a run for it to my parent’s room. I ran as fast as my feet could go and I slammed the door open and I started talking really fast and my voice sounded like breaking because I was holding back the tears and I grabbed my mother’s hand and I took her to my room. My dad was following my mom again. The lights were off and I kept them off so she wouldn’t leave. But she was gone. I turned on the light and I just stared. There was a black shadow hanging in the corner of my room.
“MOM, DAD LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!”
But they couldn’t see anything. It was still there hanging and it was staring right at me.
“Dalia, there is nothing to be afraid of.” My mother said quietly.
I thought my dad was looking at me, but he was looking past me.
After that they both left me again. They turned off the lights and closed the door. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed a blanket and I slept in the living room.

Several years passed. I was no longer scared of my room, I learned to love it. I never saw horrible things anymore.
One day, my father I were having a normal conversation. We talked about everything. How school was going, how fun it was going to Florida. Until we got to one topic that made his head sink, trying to hide it between his shoulders. My childhood. I was raising my voice at him because he never believed what I was seeing. The moment I finished saying that my dad looked up sharply.
“You think I didn’t believe you?!!” He boomed.
I was in complete shock.
“I saw those terrible things myself Dalia!!! So don’t sit here and talk about them like that! They didn’t even do anything to hurt you!?”
Then I knew. I knew why he didn’t do anything all those years when I was having trouble at night. I knew why he was defending them. I knew why he kept silent I knew why he told me nothing was going to happen. He was one of them.