Trampoline Boy

Ch 22

If you're scared easily or have issues with dark things don't read this chapter. You have been warned. (It's not really that bad if you're someone who reads a lot of dark things)
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After she picked me up and drove us back to her house, the first thing I did was take a shower. I honestly smelled horrific. We spent almost the whole rest of the day sleeping and eating junk food. I told her most of what happened but not about him hitting me.

We finally decided to go to sleep around 12:30. I laid in the dark, staring at the closet. I'm not scared of the dark, just what's in it. I eventually fell asleep without even realizing it.

I woke up quickly to a loud bang. It sounded like someone ran into a wall or something. I sat up as fast as possible but didn't move a muscle. I looked to my side but Bailey was gone.

Panic started to build. I managed to stay calm, that is, until the closet door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded as I sat frozen in terror. What do I do? I shivered as the sound of nails being drug across the floor boards filled the room. I'm going to die. This is it.

There was a low chuckle as my head snapped towards the dark figure standing on the opposite side of the bed. My blood ran cold. His ghostly white skin was almost translucent against his dark messy hair. His eyes were completely black. I always believed in demons but never thought I would actually see one.

He smiled in the most sinister way I think possible, his razor sharp teeth on display. I couldn't move. He suddenly disappeared only to reappear standing on my side of the bed. He was leaning directly over me staring into my soul.

"Don't think you can escape," his voice echoed the walls. I noticed a slight accent but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. He gave me one last grin before slowly backing into the closet and closing the doors.

I sat straight up in bed breathing heavily. What a dream.. Why did I have that? I've never seen anything but good from Harry so where the hell did it come from?

I felt the bed move as I looked over and noticed Bailey starting to stir. She slowly went back to sleep. The clock read 3AM. Just wonderful. I laid back down only to realize I was once again staring straight at the closet. I stared at it for a good ten minutes until I was convinced nothing would happen and I fell back asleep.

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I had Antisepticeye on my mind  the whole time while writing this but decided to steer clear of mixing fandoms.. sorry septic fans😞