I'm Not Helen

Hello, my name is Annie and I'm 13 years old. I have an older sister, Holly, who is 15, and an older brother, Tyler, who is 17. My parents divorced when I was 10, and my mom moved me and my siblings to an old Victorian house in the "Upper Class" part of the city. It was a beautiful house. But something about it gave me a strange feeling. For example, there's a closet in the hallway between my room and my sister's. No one else seems to have a problem with that closet except me, and I don't know why. So whenever I need to talk to her or my brother, I literally run for my life past that closet.

But here's the wierdest thing that happened to me in this house that still haunts me to this day.

My mom was out of town for a few days to go to a conference, and left Tyler in charge to look after Holly and me. I didn't have a problem with this, because my brother and I are very close. Anyways, at about 11:30 PM, I crawled into bed, looking forward to the next day being Saturday. I was a little freaked out because we just finished watching "It", which is quite a scary movie. I left the light in the hallway on and I set my TV on sleep timer for a little extra light, because I'm extremely scared of the dark.

Eventually I drifted off, having dreams about very random things throughout the night. But I was jerked awake at about 2:00 AM from the sound of *CLOMP... CLOMP.... CLOMP...* on the stairs. Since the stairs are wooden, it was quite loud. I was getting a little freaked out at this point, because the sound was getting closer. Of course when Tyler went to bed, he turned off the hall light, so I was a little angry at that. Once they reached the top of the stairs, the noise stopped. I calmed myself down and went back to sleep, only to be awoken again at about 2:30 AM, but it wasn't from a noise. I had this strange feeling I was being watched. I lay there with my eyes closed, almost to the point of tears. Then I heard this voice which sounded like an older man.
"HELEN! GET OUT!" Is what it yelled at me.
I stuttered and told it that my name wasn't Helen. But no one was there. Or so I thought. Then, whoever or whatever it was, started shaking me violently. I screamed at it to stop, and it did. It said "Helen, I told you to leave!", and that's the last I heard from the man for the rest of the night. I still don't know who or what it was, and I've only told my sister and my brother about this.

Thanks for reading.

Submitted by Annie, BC, Canada