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The Lights

When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due tot the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed, but I now realize the actual comfort had very from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my mom's room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were  comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on the lights, so much that when they didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good nights rest. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bes and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world. I was confronted with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust tot the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed, as my eyes adjusted I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, it had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown I grabbed the closest thing I could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school, I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pain of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy? Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery, but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with , as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I know what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall, my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.

Sorry for the long wait. I've been really busy with life. Hopefully I can update a little bit more later on this week.

I will have a few new books coming out soon. Just a heads up for the people who actually read my books.

Thanks for reading.

Stay Creepy my Friends.
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