The twins

2009

    I woke up, gasping out the remaining breath in my chest. My eyes searched the dark ridden room. My sweat was lightly patted on my forehead and that was the moment I knew this was for a reason. It was at that moment I felt that something was terribly wrong. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it felt as though there were eyes on me, drawing me toward them. I was so scared, I even found myself wanting to look under my bed or yell for my mom to check my closet, just in case there were no monsters. Of course this is a whole different kind of monster. I stopped my deep thoughts and realized that I was still incredibly tired, then planted my face back on my pillow, slowing my breath so my heart would stop racing so quickly, and fall back to sleep.

    The next morning was my  usual productive day, sitting on the couch and watching TV. You see, I'm that type of person who likes to have my privacy, yet when something disturbs my peace, I feel the need to focus on that, because my mind is fucked up like that. So, when I noticed my mom staring at me from the corner of my eye, it ruined a perfectly good morning of no TV interruption. I waited for my mom to stop, reminding myself that she's crazy and is probably just cursing me in her mind. You'd think she would stop when I look her way. Yeah, she looked away, and I could have sworn, when my head turned back to the TV, hers turned to me at the exact same time. That was my limit, she was acting like some fucking stalker. I turn my face directly to hers and then realized that I just fucked myself when she kept her eyes locked on mine. I scrunch my eyebrows, completely creeped out. 

"What?" I ask, hoping she gets whatever crazy thing she's gonna say over with.

She stays where she's at and looks at me like I was some stranger. "Do you have a white nightgown?"

This just increased my irritation, given the fact that I was 9 years old, she bought my clothes, and I barley had any as it was. What did she think I had some secret wardrobe or that I was having some dealer, trading gowns for ponies? I squinted, knowing that she's not going to go anywhere with this, so I just ask. "Why?"

She automatically turned serious.(I'm sorry but I have to stop here, I know most of you out there respect your mom so hearing this I may sound like some spoiled naive child, but just to be clear, my mom believed in the world ending in 2001, 2005, and this year. She gets scared by the smallest things you could imagine, usually ending with me laughing at her craziness.) That was the face where I knew something stupid was about to come out of her mouth, and unfortunately, I was correct.

"Did you use the bathroom last night?" she asks me.

"No." I wasn't all that phased, sure I woke up in the middle of the night, but I don't own a white night gown and unless I have someone entering my mind whenever the fuck they want and think "Hey might as well use the bathroom and creep the fuck out of the step father." Other than that, it was normal for me to wake up like that, not everyday common, but just enough for me not to be terrified out of my mind. 

"(Step dad's name) saw you walking from the bathroom to in front of your door, he said you just stared at him." then she continues after a brief pause. "he turned to me to let me know you were up, by the time I turned, you were gone. We figured you went back into your room."

I'm guessing the million dollar question here is, "was that me?" 

"Well, I didn't use the bathroom last night" I say walking away.

Then she replies with, "That's so weird. He said it was you."

"Well then he must've seen something."

Well, as a child, growing up I would tell everyone horror stories, creeping them out entertained me. They all craved for more, so this was the perfect story to feed them. After that I kinda just forgot about it.. well until another thing happened, of course there's more, why would I be writing this if there wasn't.