It’s dark again, I don’t have a light I can turn on in my room, mum says I’m too old and it wastes electricity, so I’m stuck with my demons in the darkness of my room. As always.
I roll over and close my eyes, every few seconds I feel the urge to check my door, but I don’t want to in case I actually see something there. That’s happened a few times, sometimes I’ll just quickly check my door and there would be something there, standing, staring at.. something, maybe me, I’d always just close my eyes, stay still and quiet and try to convince myself that I’m just seeing things.
It’s hot, I want to get out of the blanket or at least stick my foot out, but last time I did that I swear something grabbed my foot. I’ve tried telling mum, she just said I was dreaming, so I convinced myself that I was just going mad from lack of sleep. Other than the psychological horror I’ve never gotten actually hurt from anything so It probably is just me.
After a while, I look up toward my door and see a dark figure, it looks different to the ones that usually show up, this ones genuinely terrifying while the others would just be disturbing, I can’t take my eyes off it. After a while of just lying there watching it, it walks off, I’m finally able to think again so I silently shuffle under my blanket so I can’t be seen, I close my eyes and force myself to go to sleep. After what feels like forever, I finally drift off.
