NYCTOPHOBIA

Traumatic

I never let anyone turn off my bedroom lamp. I don't care if you say I'm a coward. As long as she never appears again in my life. She, who gave me a traumatic horrible nightmare, but sadly, it wasn't a nightmare. She is freakin' real.

That day, I was in my room. Just playing games all day long as usual. 'Till I didn't realize it almost midnight. There was no no one but me in the house. Midnight had come. Thrilling harsh sound came from the huge clock echoing in the entire house. Left nothing on me but fright.

All of a sudden, the lights off. I couldn't see where my flashlight was. It was weird that I put it on my desk only. But it wasn't there I swear. I became more eerie when I heard someone was breathing heavily behind me. My hands trembled.

I hurried myself to find the flashlight. I grope my bed in the darkness. Perhaps it was there. But then creepy bloody eyes appeared in front of my face. With its long sharp nails and cold hand grabbed my neck and choked me cruelly.

I couldn't remember what happen after that. I'm forcing myself to think that it was just a nightmare. Even though my family said she is real, and I can see the bruises left on my neck. I'm still forcing myself.