Sitting, alone in bed in a dark room. No one is awake nor are they asleep because nobody is home. I had lied down to rest in the late hour. Sun has left the earth and the moon is hidden behind clouds.
My head sinks perfectly into my pillow and my eyes begin to close but I hear a small rustle in the closet. The door is closed tight and I don't dare get up and open it. Instead I try and drift towards sleep.
"Come Here" The closet whispers.
"No" My eyes are still shut tight.
"Why not?" The closet is confused but it knows exactly why not.
"Because you are tricking me" I start to dream of what's behind the closest door.
Monsters and death leak from beneath the door. The voice try's hard to bring me close. Its hands claw at the door. It wants me and I'm soon to give in. The screeching is exhausting.
"Stop it!" I demand covering my ears with my hands. "Stop it now!'
"Come." I begin to stand like a fool.
I walked over and the scratching stopped. The only noise was my heavy breathing as I opened the door. Creaking it let me see the contents of the closet. No face belonged to the voice.
I was in the closet. Screaming, scratching, pleading to be let out. Afraid, of myself.
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Disturbance
HorrorA collage of short story's that are grotesque, evil, insane, scary, intense and most of all disturbing.. Enjoy all you dark minded psychos :) The dark side is after all the best side..
