You know that feeling that you're being watched? And then comes the hairs standing on the back of your neck. I get that every time I turn my back to the windows at night. It's hard to get over it when you have so many windows in your house and insomnia is your best friend. Tonight felt strange, it was a good strange though because tonight the feeling of being watched didn't bother me. But the later it got the more paranoid he began to feel. He didn't feel like he was being watched but than a thought had occurred to him, if whatever he felt watching him wasn't outside anymore where was this mysterious force that disturbed his nightly thoughts. He laughed a little nervously to himself trying to lighten the mood but it failed as fast as it had started. He threw his eyes back and forth throughout the whole walk from the living room to his bedroom. He was on top of his bed in the blink of an eye. Frightened of night and the thoughts it brings with it. He watched the door until his eyes grew heavy and sleep dragged him into its own world of darkness. The creaking of the door snapped him from the endless dream of blackness. His door was opened just enough for something to have come in. He curled into a ball at the corner of his bed. The sound of something moving along the floor scared half to death. Petrified with fear a creature slowly emerged from the side of his bed. It had long nails and a gnarly twisted face. It reached for him only to grab air. The boy was scared but confused. The creature couldn't grab him.
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The creature was actually the reflection of his fears and because he was now dead it was projected into the image of his family members that mourned his death and are cursed to see their poor 5 year old boy scream in fear when they see him and try to make contact.
