In the dark, everything seems scarier. You can hear every noise as if through an amplifier and you can feel shadows watching. You toss and turn, you long for a glass of water, you long for an excuse to get up and turn on the light but you don't because you're scared of what might be under the bed. You feel little itches all over your skin and all you want is to leap up and turn on the light and remind yourself that everything's okay. You lay there and you watch the darkness, not knowing that the darkness watches you back. You can feel something there, waiting, watching, waiting for the moment to strike. You wake up for no reason in the middle of the night, you think you heard a noise but you're not sure, and you clutch your blankets a little tighter. You think you see faces in the shadows, but surely not, it must be your mind playing tricks on you, and the moment you dismiss them as imaginary is the moment they take you.
YOU ARE READING
File Under: Fiction, Speculative
Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories I write/co-wrote at a class I went to over the summer called Speculative Fiction. Don't judge me too harshly.
