As a child, I have always been afraid of the dark, I would see monsters in the dark corners of my room and a little boy sitting there, looking at me so weirdly that it scared me enough for me to go to sleep. I cried and told my parents about the boy and things that are happening, they shrugged it off as my imagination, typical. I have had dreams and sleep paralysis, do you know how it feels to have absolutely no control over your body whatsoever? I see visions of the things ripping my stomach open and eating my organs, I feel the sharp fingers stab and rip my flesh open. No one wants to know what that feels like.
My name is Kaden, I was 7 when I had these ¨episodes¨. As of right now, I am 14 and my birthday was just last week when we turn a certain age we have to write about something from the past. I'm only writing about this because this is the only interesting thing that has happened during my lifespan.
It happened during the summer of 2012, my father had just lost his job and we had to move to a different neighborhood because he could not afford the rent. We had moved into a two-story house, me being an only child felt empty in that there. He could not afford a one-story house, but he can afford a two-story one? I felt like I was constantly being watched while I was playing games or reading. As a kid, I liked horror stories so I just shrugged this off to be my imagination getting the best of me... but all of that had changed the fourth night in that house.
I awoke to a grandfather's bell toll, strangely, the only clock we had was our digital one since I could not read time. I suddenly craved fruit punch, I pulled the blanket off of me and I hoisted my little body up, as soon I put my foot on the ground, there was a creaking coming from my closet, my big dark closet. I mustered up the courage to get up but the floor was ice cold, luckily me being a kid, I had slippers. I inserted my feet into the shoes and walked very slowly to the closet. Shuffling came from inside and I cringed so hard that my teeth felt like they were ready to break.
I pulled the door open slowly to find a cat running out. I screamed so loud I almost busted my own eardrums, I heard running footsteps and someone screaming my name. It was my dad but he was at work. He jiggled the doorknob so hard that I think he almost broke it, he opened the door and look around the room for any intruders. He saw none. He hugged me so tightly that he would have killed me if he had squeezed a little tighter. I told him what I saw and the sounds I heard but he looked at me strangely and quietly said, ¨Son, we don't have a cat.¨ I looked at him strangely and said ¨What about the clock?¨ He simply said ¨It must have been the neighbours¨. I looked at the door and realized that I have not heard the scratching of the cat's paws. Strange.
It was a cool gloomy day when I got up and ready for school, I had just finished my breakfast which was toast and eggs. I heard the horn honk outside my house. I quickly grabbed my bag and ran my little feet to the bright yellow bus. I boarded the bus and noticed something was off, kids were not usually this quiet and the whole bus smelled like burning cigarettes, also, the way the kids were staring at me so creepily with a blank expression on their faces. I shrugged this off as the kids before looked at me the same way, I looked back and the kids were just.. staring at me. I sighed and sat down the empty seat in the back and looked out the window
