I woke up. I heard something terrible. Something so scary to describe. I looked around the room, looking at every single particle on the wall, daring not to blink. I slowly took off my blanket, avoiding the creaky floorboards as I got off, and paced around the room. Not making a single sound. My heart was running a marathon, my brain was as confused as an ant, my legs were shaking as if there was a bully trying to shake my legs and see if there was any lunch money. I slowly opened the door a teeny tiny bit and peered out into the darkness of the corridor. I reached out my hand to try and find the light switch. But I couldn't reach it. Not unless I stepped out into the dark. I couldn't. I was too scared.
Suddenly, something rushed past the corridor. I recoiled back into my room and slammed the door shut as fast as I could. I felt something cold on my feet, I looked down. I screamed in fear and jumped onto my bed and hid under the covers. I didn't dare to look out. I was praying that it was a bad dream, I was praying like mad.
After I thought that it left. I looked under the covers, slowly and carefully, trying not to make the beast think I'm alive. I shouted as I saw it, I ducked under my covers faster than the speed of light. It was there. The terrifying sight was nothing.
