You wake up and the clock blinks 12:07. You have always been scared of the dark. Well, not scared of the dark, but scared of what’s in it. You look around. You see nothing but darkness. You decide it's nothing and go back to sleep.
Later, you wake up again. The clock blinks 2:24. You look around again. You don’t see anything out of the ordinary except that your closet door is open a little. You try to remember closing it, but you can’t. Soon you fall asleep.
For the third time; you wake up. The clocks blinks 3:33. You turn around to see a tall slim black figure standing in the darkness holding a sharp object. You open your mouth to scream, but you can’t; the only thing holding you back is paralyzing fear. The thing tries to reach for you, but you pass out with a dreadful fear, and panicked, you scream before it can even touch you. The next thing you know is that you're laying on the cold, wet ground. As you stand up, you can feel the twigs cracking below you. The moist dirt is squishy and spatters on your face. You’re surrounded by darkness. The only thing you can remember is the figure trying to grab you. Suddenly, you hear the thing again. You don’t know how, but you know that it's there. It calls out.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
Then dead silence. Horrified, you start to run. It chases you.
You run in a zigzag formation hoping that it won’t find you. You were wrong. Finally, you can just barely see a cabin in a far off distance. You run faster. Faster. FASTER. As you are running, thick dark trees show up out of nowhere. You dodge them swiftly. Almost hitting each one. When you reach the cabin, you can hear something scurry around the corner. Quickly you peer inside to see if there is anyone there to help. Nothing. You notice that it's a very old cabin. When you look inside through the window, you come to find dust and covered furniture, and the rest is just too dark to see. You decide to go inside. You pray that It didn’t see you. Straight ahead there is a sofa. You decide to lay down and rest for a little bit.
As you are laying down, you look ahead to see a painting of a tall, slim man. You can’t make a face out of it though. As soon as you're about to close your eyes, the “painting” smiles. A dark creepy smile. Suddenly you realise that it isn’t a painting; it's a window. It's here. It’s watching you. You jolt up. You spin around looking for a way out. When you turn back to face the window, it's gone. Suddenly, you hear all the doors and windows lock at once. You hear banging on the glass. You can’t figure out which one though. Then you hear it again. Now you know that it wasn’t coming from a window, but the mirror. A small laugh, faint like a whisper, but then turning into a blood curdling laugh fills the air. It is here, and it's coming for you. You don’t know why, but it wants its prey, and that's you. There is a bang on the wall behind you. You spin around fast. There is nothing there. You turn back around to see It standing right up to your face. Fear stretches across your face. Your life flashes before your eyes. You remember memories. You take a hit inside your brain. Every memory you have consists of It. That little black figure you see in the corner of your eye… That's It. It is in every memory you have. It has been trying to catch you your entire life. You know death is coming your way.
All of that into five seconds. It grabs your throat. All the air quickly rushes out of your lungs. You can feel your eyes bulge. Your face turns a bright red. Then to a purple. Your vision starts to fade. It lets go, and you fall to the ground. Then it starts to rain. Pour. Thunder booms. Lightning flashes. The moist dirt you thought was dirt wasn’t. It was blood with chunks of bloody flesh scattered around. The twigs you thought were snapping, weren’t twigs. They were bone fragments. It grabs your throat again. It lifts you up by your neck and strangles you. It speaks to you. It says,
“You can’t over come the storm.”
It lets go again. You slam to the ground, and with your last and final breath you finally respond with, “I find peace in the rain.”
THE END
