Tap...Tap...Tap...
My eyes snap open at the sound of nails on glass, my heart almost feels frozen in my chest as my gaze shifts to the window by my bed. I almost expected to see something there, some bright red eyes, hell even a crooked smile. But what scared me the most was nothing there at all, nothing outside the window at least...
The room is full of slow and shallow breathes despite the panic coursing through my veins, my whole body drenched in sweat as my fingers dig into the sheets under my body. My limbs feel heavy and hollow, my eyes darting around the room trying to find whatever may be trying to gain my attention through pointless tapping. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, my limbs still feel as if they're made of stone.
"1...2...3...4...5..."
I count aloud softly before I open my eyes once more, but this time I'm met with something sprawled out on my ceiling above me. It's head twists with a loud crack meeting my gaze with a 180 turn as if it's inhuman, I go to scream but it's as if my breath has been sucked out of me. I can feel it's breathing all the way from down here, my nails digging at the fabric of the sheets as if tearing through layers of skin.
The longer it looks in my eyes the stronger the smell of something metallic becomes, that's when I feel something warm creeping down my cheek. As my body trembles with panic I close my eyes once more, letting out shaky deep breaths.
"1...2...3...4...5..."
This time as I open my eyes whatever was above me was now gone, my body is still stiff as stone but I manage to lift a single hand just enough to reach my lamp and turn it on. My blood runs cold as I stare up at the ceiling where the black mass just was, what was it? What did it want? All these questions I won't ever get the answer to.
I finally moved my hands and rubbed them down my face, my hands felt wet as they reached my chin. As I pulled my hands away I was met with a mix of tears and blood, I reached up and touched just under my nose and found the trail leading down my cheek to my pillow. I sigh and drop my hands by each side of my head, whatever just happened definitely wasn't the end.

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Nosebleed
Bí ẩn / Giật gânAs Zinnia struggles to grasp the death of best friend she's left with never ending nightmares that seem to haunt her even when she's awake, the more these nightmares happen the more real they feel. The longer she struggles to move on the weirder thi...