Yesterday, as I was waking, I heard a sound. Not any sort of familiar sound, either. It was… chilling… yet strangely pleasant at the same time. It's a bit hard to explain. It was like the hissing of a snake, or steam emitting from a cracked steam pipe. But as soon as I got up to find its source, the sound ceased.
I went on with my daily routine. Across from my bed and beside my door, I picked through my closet for something to wear. A nice pair of slacks and a blue dress shirt should do. I changed and made my way out into the hallway, but I found myself paralyzed at the top of the stairs. I looked down them. Nothing was there, however I had an odd feeling like something was. I turned, looking into the bathroom behind me. Nothing. I glanced to my right, into the spare room. Nothing. Lastly, despite the fact I had already been in my room, I looked through the doorway to my left just to make sure. Nothing. Then that sound again; the low hissing-type noise. My head snapped back towards the stairs, but as soon as I did, the sound stopped again, and upon the stair was still nothing. I wasn't sure why I had this feeling like someone was… watching me. But alas, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and took a step down the staircase. Then another. Then another. I continued, pausing in between each step, while my heart raced and chills ran across my skin. Eventually, I reached the bottom step. The clock struck and I whipped around, and looked up the stairs. Once again, nothing was there. I left the area, snuck through my living room and into the kitchen. The feeling of being watched was gone, and I forgot about it by the end of the day.

Today was a little different. I woke to the sound once again, but this time, I ran to the stairs. I looked down and met with him again. That feeling came back to me. He was staring right at me! But there was one problem. He still wasn't there. I walked halfway down the stairs. Where I stopped was cold. So cold that I could even see the breath coming from my mouth. I wrapped my arms around myself and asked why he was there. But he didn't answer. He just watched me. Watched me from upon the stair. I tried to ignore it. I left him there. I ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, got in my car, and left for the day. But when I arrived home, at three, that feeling, that thing, was waiting there for me. Later on I stood at the bottom of the stairs. Should I go up them to my room? No. He wasn't there, but I could still feel him watching me. He wasn't there. He wasn't there. He wasn't. But… he was. I finally gathered up the courage to walk by him, up the stairs, into my room. I paced, back and forth, struggling to figure out why he was watching, and why only on the stairs? I glanced into the hallway, to see if he was watching me from there. Nope. Just to be sure, I walked closer; but when I looked around the hall, I couldn't see him there at all! Has he finally gone away? Then why did I still feel his stare? Oh, of course, the stairs. I slowly peered down them, and, of course, there he was. I pleaded him, "go away! Go away and don't you come back any more!" But, not to my surprise, he didn't leave.

At around 9PM, I lay in my bed with thoughts running through my mind. Thoughts of him…

"Last night I saw upon the stair,
a little man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today,
oh, how I wish he'd go away."