I was afraid of the dark. I always slept with my light on and it drew my parents mad. They would tell me to grow up but I still slept with my light on. I was used to it. But then my parents started to turn my lights off for me. So when I went to bed I would first clean my room, brush my teeth, then I would click on my light and go to sleep. At around 2:00 or 2:30 my dad would come in and click off the light while I was asleep. I could watch a horror movie with the lights on. I could read a scary story with my lights on and I was fine. But the thing that really scared me was when I woke up early and I saw a shadowy figure click my light off. I said "father?" It turned around and I saw its blood stained face, its teeth shattered the sharp points gleaming in the moonlight, its broken fingers, its soulless, sunken chest and its bloodshot eyes. It said "yes son, what do you want." When the scratchy, voice and the smell of death reached my ears and nose I passed out.
My mother woke me up late morning. I looked at the clock. It was about 11:00. She told me that father has hit by a car last night at around 2:00. I cried for the rest of that day. But when I was getting into bed I remembered last night. That...thing in my room. I turned my light on but then thought 'if it responded to father then he must be a ghost. Father always clicked off the light. But this thing clicks my light off.
I woke up and it had been the 10th day of my fathers "death". I didn't come downstairs. When it became dark I did my routine and got into bed. I looked at my wall that was covered with birthday cards. I counted them all. There was 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Then I fell asleep. I woke up early and It was around 1:30. I suddenly realized that I only had a short amount of time before it came again. I grabbed my baseball bat and hid in the corner of my room. Then there it was. It was coming. For me. The door opened and it walked in. It went over to my light and looked over at my hiding place. Its red eyes looking at my trembling body. It opened its mouth and said one word "click" and then all went dark.
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Afraid of the dark
TerrorWe can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. But the real tragedy is when a man is afraid of the light.