On the 15th of December, 2014 was when I finally saw the boiling point. I was living with my two years older sister and mother in a small house at the time. We'd just experienced separation from our father a year prior, so we were financially limited. My sister and I couldn't find any other kids in the neighborhood. We were fairly discretion from the neighbors because most of them were in their seniors.
The house had four bedrooms and one bathroom, but it's always been hectic despite the small size. Crockery sets would go missing despite our mother remembering where she had placed them. It started with a chair being thrown outside our house, the one opposite end to our dining table. Before we knew it, cutlery sets would always go missing. Our mother had to purchase three new sets, all of which were gone in less than a fortnight. I began assuming it was theft, but it made no sense why they'd only come to our house for little things like that.
Before we knew it, jewels began going missing. The first time it happened was when I felt a slap on the top of my head from my older sister Kate. She looked at me pugnaciously before accusing me of taking her earrings, so I told her I didn't. When she began accusing me of lying, I showed her my closet, even letting her go through my bedroom. In the end, we knew something was working in our house outside the three of us. My mother began placing surveillance cameras in the house, but we captured nothing.
Months after that chaos, the ones that never stopped, we heard our next-door neighbor had passed away. She was in her early fifties, but it was petrifying to hear she had committed suicide. We've rarely seen them from the beginning, but my mother felt quite sorrowful for her. The preceding night was when I saw something I still keep telling myself today - it was an illusion. There was a middle-aged woman in a wheelchair sitting outside the porch. She was looking nowhere before turning her eyes at me. It was dark, but I could see her eyes. There was no life to it, and I knew she had no eyeballs.
The time I saw her in the wheelchair was at 11:15 PM, but the report said she had died at 8:43 PM. My sister remembered seeing the morgue coming into the house. To this day, I've no idea what I saw despite knowing the woman was dead.