Just A Bit Of Darkness

I always see him

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My eyes fluttered open, it was still dark. I stared at the ceiling wondering, where was that weird sound coming from? I sat up and saw a man directly next to me, he was facing the wall, only a few inches away from my bed.

I froze in terror. I didn't know what to do, so I covered my mouth and held my breath. Hoping maybe, just maybe, he won't hear me. But I was wrong, he whipped his head in my direction and smiled. He had no teeth and his eyes were widely opened. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I felt something sink in my stomach.

He started to bash his head against the wall. What do I do? Please, tell me. This dude was slamming his head into my wall. His neck was arching, bending and snapping forward at full-force in the most horrifying motion. His forehead repeatedly bashed against the dark blue drywall.

I could only stare at the back of the mysterious man's head; all that I could see was the short length of the man's hair and the hoodie he was wearing. The silhouette behind him stretched and faded across the empty wall where he stood before me. The only sound that filled the room at that moment was my breathing, the horrid sound of the drywall snapping and crackling under his repeated head slams and my whispered, heaving attempts to speak or cry.

When the man finally turned to me, I would have screamed so loud if I could have. The strange man's forehead was completely mangled. The flesh was falling off, skin hanging from his face and beneath it, inky blood seeped down the dip of his nose, lips, and neck at a slow pace. His eyes were wide, his pupils were small and locked on me.

I wanted to throw up. I would have, but I was so scared, I didn't want to move.

He lifted his hand in the air, and I swear I would have pissed myself right there and then if it wasn't for the shock I felt as he began to pull at his own skin. His rotten flesh.

HE WAS PULLING OFF HIS FLESH.

He's been haunting me every morning since I was eleven, maybe twelve? And it's always like the first time. I still haven't gotten used to seeing such a gruesome and terrifying thing. How could I?

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