You’re, laying in your bed and you can’t seem to close your eyes. The song you play doesn’t seem to doing its job. All you can think about is death. Your eyes well up knowing one day it will happen. Your heart begins to pound; your breathing becomes more labored. You’re having a panic attack. You look for something to drink but find nothing. You begin to panic more. Your mind starts to play tricks on you. Dark Shadows, dance across the walls of your room. You can’t move or think anymore. Your mind soon starts to fill with images of death. You can hear the agonizing screams of people calling out for help. You want this to be over so you can go to sleep but it doesn’t seem to work. The screams continue and they seem to be getting louder and louder. More tears pour down your face, as the screams of the dead continue to get louder and louder. Then it all stops. You look around able to move again. Your toes wiggles your arms are shaky but moveable. You sit up slowly looking around your darkened room. Crawling out of your bed, you make your way out to the hallway to your bathroom to get yourself a glass of water. You walk back to your room, freezing in midstep. There standing in the corner of your room is a tall black shadow. It looks up at you. There’s nothing but a black mass of darkness. You can’t move again. Your eyes are locked with its black void of darkness. It moves from the corner of your wall and starts to make its way towards you. You stand your ground but you can’t move at the same time. The shadow looks down at you tilting its head to the side. Gulping in your throat you grip the glass in your hand for dear life. The thing reaches out with a boney hand taking the glass for you. “Go back to bed.” It says with a cracky dead voice. “It’s not your time yet.” You whimper wishing this night would end. You peeked out of your blanket to see if it was still there. It stood there looking down at you. You cover back up once again wishing morning would just come. You soon become so tired you finally pass out. The sound of birds singing and the barking of your dogs wake you up. You peek out of your covers. The thing wasn’t there anymore. You push the blankets off you running out of your room down to your family. They look at you with a puzzled look. You shake your head saying it was nothing. The day goes on like normal till night time came. You dreaded going back to your room in fear It would be there. Cautiously you push open your door. Nothing is there. You sigh with relief. You turn your lights off crawling into bed closing your eyes falling asleep. “Don’t wake up till morning.” A dead voice says to you “See you tomorrow night.”
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 16:30:23 +0000