I'm being watched. I can feel the lurking eyes raping me, analyzing my every move. I backed farther into the dark, trying to keep my breathing as shallow as I can.
I can feel myself trembling, I'm going crazy.
What was that noise?
Who was that?
I can hear the footsteps, the creaking of the old floorboards. My time is up, their coming.
I pulled at my hair as I tried to muffle my cries.
Fuck. I inhaled sharply as the pain in my thigh starts to throb.
I want to scream, I want to die.
They found me, I can see their shadows getting closer. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. Somehow I'm pinned to the ground, unable to do anything, unable to talk.
"Hello Eri." The voice... it was horrifying. It sent a shudder down my spine. It sounded like death.
Please, Don't. I tried to say. But all that came out was a whimper.
The shadow came closer...
Closer...
Closer.....
Then there was a scream -- the most unhinging noise.
And it took me a second to realize it was mine.
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Thank you for reading.
Always check for monsters under your bed. The haunted don't rest. Never look above the ceiling.
-g.
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