Anna heard her closet door slam shut. She jumped up in her bed and looked across the dark room. A thick screen of night stretched across her room, obscuring everything that she would normally have seen in her room. The darkness swirled, manipulated, and obscured. Her dresser to the right of her room hardly looked like the large rectangle it should have been. Instead it looked twisted, curved at weird angles, with sections in the middle missing. And to the left, her door was the only noticeable feature, but that too appeared ajar, and open like a mouth turned on its side.
The only patch of light offered happened to be from her open window which had a small beam of light shining through and mingling with the darkness. Just past that patch of light, of which small particles of dust danced through the air, sat the door of her closet, half open and within contained a darker contrast of the night than what she had previously witnessed. She watched as a strong gust pushed the door open, and closed again. She felt as though someone, or something, was watching her through that safety veil of darkness.
"Mom!" She called out. "Mom!"
No answer, and no one came running down the hallway.
"I think there is someone in my closet!"
Again, nothing.
She hopped out of the bed, and slowly began walking over to the closet door, which was still opening and closing. She was brave for her age, and she knew, that whatever was in the closet, was something she would face. She reached the closet door, and gripped the handle, not knowing what to expect.
Without hesitating, knowing it would only make her second guess, she pulled the door open. Trace amounts of the moonlight in her room filled the closet, illuminating her cloths. But yet, there was nothing scary in her closet.
Happy, and feeling accomplished, as well as successful, Anna strolled back to her bed, and climbed under the covers. She had conquered her fear of the closet yet again, this made her feel tough, and strong. But then, she heard a rustling of the bed sheets as they were slightly lifted on the left side of her bed.
"Not in there tonight." Came a low, and whispering voice from under her bed.
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Creepypastas
Horrorstories to be told around the campfire. Original stories by me, yes I did write all of them. I would like to take this time to thank all of you who are enjoying these stories. It means so much to me. I love writing, and I love writing creepy stories...
