The Devil's Game

Chapter five

Laying in bed that night, I stared at the ceiling thinking about what happened with me and Kristy. As it's too quiet, I put on soft music in a hush tone. Falling asleep really fast, I shut my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Letting the music fade into my mind, all the thoughts and events getting washed away from my brain.

Waking up in the night surprisingly hearing something crash. Checking the time on my phone, quarter past two in the morning. Sitting up straight in bed, I scan the dark room before turning on the flashlight on my phone. Waving the light around, I saw nothing out of the ordinary.

My imagination is getting out of hand.

Falling back to sleep, I shut my eyes for a long period of time before going back to sleep. Opening my eyes again, I spot a figure standing by my doorway. I shot up in fright, clenching my teeth. Bright red, glowing eyes stared back at me. I screamed in fright but the figure didn't leave. Reaching for my phone, I struggled to find it on my night stand.

I would get up and flick the light on, but the figure is standing right by it.

I screamed as I scourged through the dark finding my phone. I locked gazes with the figure trying to rip away from its gaze. Finding my phone, I quickly switch on the flashlight revealing nothing.

No figure.

No eyes.

Just thin air.

My pulse raced as my heart pounded. What I witnessed terrified me for the rest of the night, not getting enough sleep. The next morning I lay awake as my alarm went off.

I was so tired that I fell asleep instantly with no interruptions.

Waking up, hours later, learning to find that it's past noon. After the encounter with whatever was in my room last night, it's gone as my heart and pulse is still drumming. I don't know how to tell my friends this.

So I won't.

Sitting up in my warm, cozy bed, yawning.

Finally after a couple minutes of sitting and waking up, I go to the washroom getting ready. Going upstairs once done, I fish out the yogurt, fruit, and granola to eat. Bringing the TV to life, I switched channels until I couldn't find anything. Instead, I switch Youtube on and watch whatever I find interesting on TV.

Dishing myself up I walk to the couch resting my legs on the coffee table. Chomping away, I watch Dance Moms clips. Not paying too much attention I think back to what happened last night that I wasn't dreaming. Those bloody red eyes staring back at me. Shivers crawled down my spine.

I placed the dishes in the dishwasher and walked back to the couch. Laying on the couch watching I heard a crash coming from upstairs.

Booking it up to the bonus room a vase of my mothers' has been smashed on the floor all broken into pieces. Covering my mouth in shock.

My mom's favourite vase is smashed into little bits.

Cleaning it up furiously as curiosity roams over me.

How did the vase smash?

"Was it close to the edge or something?" I asked under my breath.

I swept up the small bits and threw them away in the trash. Walking back downstairs the TV played a clip where Cathy whipped the purse at Abby Lee Miller. As my heart drummed in my chest I slumped on the couch. As tired as can be.

I still can't get over the figure that magically appeared in my room and disappeared like nothing happened. Just thinking about it made my body shake non stop. Resting my hands on my lap I continue watching. I'm still shaking uncontrollably.