I shot up in bed, sweaty and shivering. Fear still paralyzingly my movements as I looked around my bedroom. My closet and bedroom doors were closed. I was alone.
I checked the nightstand and the red letters of my alarm clock said it was only 12:30 A.M.
I finally relaxed, laying back against the sweat soaked sheets.
I unlocked my phone and decided to text my mom, seeking the comfort she always brought.
I laid staring at the ceiling, finally realizing it was all a dream.
Halloween and scary movies: not a good idea when living alone. I thought to myself, chuckling lightly at my insane imagination.
I rolled over, ready to put this nightmare behind me and finally get a good night's sleep.
My eyes drifted closed...
SCRATCH. SCRATCH. TAP. TAP. SCRATCH. TAP. SCRATCH.
Right under my bed.
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-M
