CREEP

CREEP: Hairdryer

    I was in the second year of high school at the time. I used to get ready and then sit about waiting for my mum to pick me up and take me to school. I was just sort of hanging out in the bathroom with her as she was putting on her make-up and curling her hair while I was getting ready. I saw that she seemed a bit stressed and inquired as to her well-being. She informed me about an unusual incident that occurred the night before. She informed me that she had been roused from her sleep at about 2:00 a.m. by an unexplained noise. It wasn't very loud, but it was quite consistent. My father wasn't awakened by it, which isn't unexpected considering how soundly he sleeps every night. Anyway, she begins her search for the source of the noise, first examining the bathroom next to their room, but there is nothing there.

    She then goes out into the hall, where she can hear the sound of the toilet flushing nearby. Upon entering, she notices a hairdryer that has been connected and turned on, and it is just resting in the centre of the bath mat on the floor. She finds it odd, but there are four children living in the home, so she speculated that someone had sleepwalked into the house and switched it on. Whatever. She takes it out of the outlet and puts it away. She returns to her bed, where she finally falls asleep.

    She wakes up again about an hour later, hearing the same sounds as before. She's a little irritated, so she decides to go check it out again. Except that now the source of the noise is downstairs. She follows it all the way down to the guest bathroom in the main entrance hall (my parents' house has, like, 4 bathrooms). When she enters the door, she finds a hairdryer, this time with the light switched on, lying in the centre of the floor. She's really scared out at this point, but she manages to disconnect and put the device away. She didn't have a restful night's sleep as a result of what happened.

    So she's telling me this tale, and as soon as she reaches the end, we both stop talking and turn our heads towards the walk-in closet off the bathroom to catch our breath. As soon as we enter the room, the whole light fixture on the ceiling goes off. It wasn't the light bulb that was broken, but the glass cover. It shatters, scattering pieces of glass all over the place. We both panicked and fled the scene, so we'll leave it at that. We weren't sure what to make of it since we hadn't really had any encounters before or afterwards, and none of my family members had had any experiences, either before or since.