Was it just a dream?
"AHHHH!" I screamed as I sat up quickly,drenched in my own sweat,breathing as if I ran around the world in a minute. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was suppose to jump out my throat.
I looked around at the darkness. Night time consuming my small room as I'm blanketed with black from the moon. The eerie feeling that I won't be falling back asleep tonight. But as I gathered myself I see nothing. Nothing at all but me. Except the eyes I see glowing in the dark making me gasp.
In my nightmare I just had, a pair of glowing eyes grimily whispered
"Become one of us, Princess of the night. He's waiting." Before I woke up.
But now I'm awake and it's real. I pinch my arm as hard as I could. As I started to really realize there's no running,escaping,or getting away, I start to softly cry. The eyes are still staring into mine. They look like there trying to speak but can't.
I'm scared that if I blink, they'll be closer. There glowing orange orbs that are terrifying. As the night lingers the eyes never leave. I await for it to kill me. That's what's gonna happen right? I'll be brutally murdered by the darkness. I've heard rumors of it happening to people. Some I know,some I don't,and some down my street.
A girl named Beck from my school, three years ago was torn in half literally, scratch marks messing up her face,and the words written on the wall
'YOUR NOT HER'
I remember watching her family cry on the tv screen. Her parents hugging each other. Her sister crying like she was hit with a truck. The news reporter said the sister found her. My heart felt sorry for her sister. Having to be taken so horribly then having to witness it. The oddest thing about the news report was the gurney wheeling out of the house with Becks body. Only there was a visible seen from the thin blankets covering the body that there was a two parts of the body. The top and the bottom. There was a empty space in the middle. That was riveting to see. I also remember the police men promising the family and the viewers watching the report the murderer would be cought. Only I knew that wasn't true. There were different scenes like this this happened.
A girl not too far away who was hung from the fan still moving with her eyes missing. Her body swinging violently with the high speed fan for the summers heat. Another girl near here who was positioned to look asleep. But when the covers were pulled back, her body mauled by what looks like a tiger. Another with a girl who was stripped of everything, including her skin, positioned to lay in front the door. All connecting to Beck in the same way. The words
'YOUR NOT HER' were plastered someway on the wall. Either with blood, materials around the room, or once, spelled in intestines.
No one knows what it means. The news were full of the story. Who's her? Who's looking for her? And who did it? There's a million stories of murders with no evidence. Either done by a good murderer or the darkness. What made me afraid is that the girls looked like me. And whatever killed Becky and the others, i think is looking me in the eye at this very moment.
My bodies trembling. I'm praying in my head but I know god can't save me in that very moment. The darkness has the upper hand and I'm scared it's gonna pull me down with it. Why me? Why is it here? I haven't done wrong. So why in hell do I have to have it's attention?
"W-what do you want?" I barely make out.
"You..." The creature creepily whispered.
"Why?" I ask in pain.
"He's waiting...."
"Who's he?"
But as soon as I asked I knew I shouldn't have. The last thing I remember is the feeling of my limbs being paralyzed. A horrible feeling. Sent up like a wave. Everything went numb until my brain was and I was unconscious.
