1/23/2011
11:52 pm
I woke up in the middle of the night, my heard racing, sweat soaked through my pj's, making the sheets uncomfortably damp. I heard a faint whispering coming from a corner of my bedroom. The one the odd noises come from. The one that always smells faintly of rotting flesh, no matter how much Llysol™ or Fabreze™ I spray in the air around it. The one that is always cloaked in darkness, even during the day.
"She is awake" a voice whispered. All was silent. I froze, completely still in my bed, accept for the constant rise of my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to fall asleep, to not remember this odd dream in the morning.
I opened my eyes again. There were no voices. There was nothing unusual. I breathed a sigh of relif. It was not untill I was almost asleep when I registered that the rotting flesh smell was much stronger than usual.
By then it was too late, anyway.
3:16 am
I jerked my eyes open. Something was wrong.
I was laying on my left side, as usual, facing the mirror attatched to my dresser. Either my bed is very high, or my dresser is very short, but when I'm laying on my bed I can see my reflection and the reflection of the wall behind me in the glass.
I believe that mirror saved me tonight.
I quickly opened my eyes and saw a black figure leaning over me. Now don't say in a mocking tone "Ohhh, a figure, I'm so terrified!" You most likely don't know how creepy it is to see someone or something hunched over your sleeping body, doing who-knows-what to you. In the middle of the night. In your own bedroom.
I blinked, and the reflection of the black, shadowy figure was gone. Dissapeared into thin air. I turned, only to find empty air.
I slept on my back from then on.
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