Bitesized Creepy pastas

Part 3 - 1:47am

It's 1.47 am and I'm awake.

I don't even need to look at the blinding glare of my phone to know what time it is.

1.47 on the dot. Every night.

The air is crisp and still, the room dark but for the soft glow of the streetlamps seeping through the cracks in the curtains. I scrunch my eyes more firmly shut trying to deny the sudden alertness my body feels.

This happens every night. Even as a child, without fail, 1.47am my body would jerk awake in the inky blackness, all the hair on my arms prickling upwards as a shiver crawled across my entire body.

Many people wake up in the night, insomnia is pretty common, no biggie. But this is every night, same time. Same creeping sensation. Since as far back as I remember.

And then there's the figure.

He's been there ever night. Difficult to discern from the gloom of the room, but for the sudden thick swallowing darkness interrupting the general dark of the room.

And the eyes. The eyes like tiny pinpoints ripped through the darkness staring, focused. On me.

He started back in the far corner of my room, a trick of the eyes adjusting to the room. But each night he stepped closer. And stood. Watching. Waiting.

By the time I was a teenager he was by my bedside, smoky tendrils brushing across its surface. Difficult to play off as a trick of the light anymore.

I squeeze my eyelids shut and try to control my breathing, so I sound asleep. But the tickle of disturbance in my personal bubble is there. That itching, scratching when someone unexpected gets close enough for you to sense, but not close enough to physically feel.

My body is screaming out to look around the room, my body's instinct to survive, to check for danger, clamouring around as though it can burst out if only it could open my eyes.

I feel the chill vibrations of silent breath on my face, my eyes flutter instinctively.

I gaze up to staring pinpoints ripping through a yawning darkness and feel the sensation of the creaking scraping hint of a clawed hand reaching around my throat.

He is finally here.

Written by: Dracthonia
Edited by: Dracthonia & Joceyposer

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