It was 2:00 am I quietly opened my door peering out into the dark hallway. I felt like someone was there. No, something, because this presents was anonymous. It felt like something was staring back at me with its bleak, lifeless eyes, even though nothing was there. I shivered and quickly shut my door. I reminded myself it was a normal Friday night. Mom and Dad weren't with me, and my so call "friends" went someplace without me. I was alone, but I am always alone even when people are with me. "I am used to this. "Nothing is there." I reassured myself. Oh, how I wish I was right. I stood up in my room and walked away from the door. I walked to my window which was across the room from the door. I witness some kids hitting each other with sticks on the street. "What are they doing up?" I thought. I stared at them for a long time. It seemed as though I couldn't control myself. I longed for the relationship they had, laughing and yelling with their friends, but I don't trust anyone anymore. I trust no one. I felt the cold, painful tears crawl down my face in self pity. I closed the blinds wishing to end my suffering. It was then I heard something. Nothing I would usually hear. It came from beyond my door. I turned around in pure horror and fought the shriek coming up my through my mouth. A scream would give me away. I wasn't in the mind to think right, so I grabbed my blanket and dove under my bed wrapping myself in the blanket. I heard a scratching at my door. It was trying to get it. Whatever it was. I pushed myself further under my bed as the door swung open. My jaw flung open as a dark shadow crept around my room. I was almost on the verge of crying when I herd the words "I see you". But i didn't "hear" anyone say it, the THING had made its way into my head, or maybe it drove me insane, whatever it was I knew it was ITS doing. Every minute the THING was in my room felt like an eternity! Then, A head dropped down right in front of mine. The darkness of the face, made me believe it wasn't a face at all. That's when my vision started spinning as I starred into ITS dark, soulless eyes. "This can't be happening! No it's not happening. I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN!" I cried. Than for the first time the THING opened it mouth and whispered, "But, isn't it today just a normal Friday night?"
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-Friday Night-
HorrorA short horror story. Not very scary maybe a little spooky at most. Don't judge my grammar. I know it sucks.