Spirit of the night.

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Night.The time when you think is all peaceful , so quiet enough fall into lifelike dreams and away until one weird misty night after we'd moved house , the feeling of a new bed , a new duvet , a completely new atmosphere. The night was darker than usual tonight pitch black in fact , I could usually see the pattern on my wallpaper. My mother would usually tuck me in at night but after her passing just before we moved iv never been as comfortable , she must of had a magical touch to the quilt along with her night kisses and cuddles but I guess coping with Dads night hug and tuck is ok , enough to give me that parental comfort and love i need.

My bedroom window is always left open as we live in new Zealand and its mostly hot all year round , giving a nice breeze making my curtains gently flap around and the coolness on my face. I face the window every night , gazing at the stars in the night sky , a lot better than counting sheep.

With my room still pitch black and the only noticeable things in eye sight was the stars and the moon, a big gust of wind blew my curtains off the rail, all my posters off the wall and my quilt cover on the floor , freezing I was , nervous of what had happened, a big sound of thunder followed and a flash of lightening , shining up my whole room. glimpse of shadow crossing the bedroom wall , shadows of a person but just a black figure , no facial nor body features could be seen.

Pulling my covers back over me , I hid , hoping for all of this terrifying unusual event to stop , but a glance of my clock and an hour had past , still nothing had stopped , except no sight of the mysterious shadow. I could feel my heart racing even as the wind started to calm and no sound of thunder until , everything stopped , the only sound to my ear was the sound of crickets and the odd owl hooting at the moon in the clear sky.

I tried my hardest to get to sleep already for once closing my windows , running back to bed in the pitch darkness tucking my head under the pillow even in the intense heat of the night , fully covered so not one part of my body was sticking out , the fear of something touching me or pulling me from my bed was all in my mind until my mind went blank , my eyes in complete darkness and my mind in an intense mode of relaxation.

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