It was the time he had always feared most and never knew why. Just like the scars that covered his body, he couldn't remember. He had blocked it all out. Dying his hair, changing his appearance often in hopes something would come back to him... But it never did. The only thing that stayed constant were the nights.
Most specifically midnight. She would appear. And it was around ten. He would always force himself to bed by ten for if not his father would be angry and he had to be a good boy. He was afraid of what might happen if he wouldn't behave. He never recalls his father hitting him or anything but then again... He never could remember much well. And a flicker in his father's eyes told him if he misbehaved he just might.
Therefore he laid his head down at ten sharp every night terrified. Something nagging him about a time when he didn't. It made him shake violently. But he forced himself to bed like a good boy no matter how scared he was. And midnight came. So did the fog. He sensed it. He went from sleeping peacefully to feeling a sudden shift. It was horrifying honestly. The fog surrounded him hands wrapping around his throat tightly but the fog anchored him down all the same. She walked over calmly seemingly gliding. He could never tell. She was beautiful. She would lean down close and whisper, "Jacob. You need to remember. Remember what he did to you those nights. Think hard. Why are you afraid Jake?" Her voice would echo throughout his mind. Why was he so afraid. And that's when it started to shift back into place. He remembered slowly scar by scar. And he was sure to never forget again.
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Reading His Scars #TNTHORRORCONTEST
Horror"These scars aren't from you Jacob. What caused them?" "I don't know..." In which a boy reads into every scar he has and finds out why he's so scared of his father and staying up past ten.
