Francis
The sun fades as the clock ticks and ticks slowly making its way to 10:00. I was told I had insomnia by multiple people including my doctor and it made my life 50 times harder since I'm scared of the dark. I stare at the ceiling listening to the clicks of the clock counting each second until 60 and starting over again 1...2...3, and it goes on and on.
I had just moved here and whether or not I had insomnia I still wouldn't wanna close my eyes for a single second. Every so often, to take up some time, I start to make up scenarios in my head and write them in the notebook my grandma used to have and my mom gave it to me for my 7th birthday! It was a small lavender journal with clouds and extremely light peach-lined paper inside. Grandma died before I was born so I decided to use the notebook. I was told Grandma Jossie died in 2003 because of a radiation leak. She worked as a Radiologic Technologist, so I have no idea how that works but that's just what I had heard.
I drifted away in exhaustion as my grandma called out to me, but I realized I live alone with only my dog. All I hear is footsteps leading up to my door and a quiet music box I had as a little kid. The door that I locked before I laid down started creaking open. I was hoping that it was Yoshi, that's the name I gave my dog because my ex loved the Mario franchise. That didn't turn out so well considering that I'm now 24, single, and living alone in a small apartment working as an Olive garden employee, that also isn't so great. Also, my 25th birthday just so happens to be tomorrow.
The door slowly creaks open, a demonic deformed figure marches through the door with visible aggression. I lay under the covers as a pathetic attempt at hiding. It all goes silent. I look out from the covers and surprisingly see absolutely nothing, just the boring plain room from before, except I feel a cold slimy drop rolling down my cheek, I quickly look up frightened by the horrendous sight presented before me. As I close my eyes and prepare for my final breath. My skin grows colder and colder and my limbs get heavier and heavier. I pray to the lords hoping I was dreaming but my focus was interrupted by a loud bang. I can no longer breathe properly, and my eyes won't open. This might be the last of me.
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Her True Nightmare
HorrorA girl goes through a horrible accident just to find out one thing after all the trouble... (I wrote this a really long time ago, it probably isn't as good as I remember it being)
