Short Stories

#20- Paranoia

It's the creaking of the broken light. Loudly buzzing, seemingly getting louder when you shut your eyes. Then quieter when you force them open. It's ominous, and keeps you awake.

It's the dark shadow casted on your wall. Making you see a man, a stranger. He's bent over and crying. You can't help him. He isn't really there, but you wouldn't know that. You can hear him.

It's the trees that knock on your window, even when you can't sense the wind. Do they want something from you? What is it? They won't tell you. They keep their secrets just as you keep yours.

It's the tears that roll down your cheek when you realize you're all alone in a bed too big for you. You sleep on one side, fearing the middle, as it will pull you into nothingness. Though, you wouldn't dare complain. You just sit in fear of the other side.

It's the calm night beckoning you outside, but you're afraid of the dark. Or at least what's in it. Figures dance in the street, forcing you to join them. You can't move, you won't move. Don't let them take you from the only thing you know. Don't let them sway you from familiarity.