Things That Go BUMP in the Night

JIM

One night, Jim was all ready to go to sleep. He made sure that he locked all of his doors and that no one else was in the house. He had just closed his eyes and was about to drift off into dreamland when he heard a sudden THUMP coming from the hallway. He thought something just fell from downstairs. But, when the thumping continued, and he heard scratching on the walls, he started to get worried. It didn't help his nerves when he heard a voice calling to him.

"Jiiiiim, Jiiiiiim, I know your name," It said. Jim thought this was some kind of prank. He only heard the thumps and scratching now. But then the voice came again, "Jiiiim, Jiiiiiim, I know where you are." The thumping got louder, and Jim was frightened.

"Jiiiiim, Jiiiiim, I'm almost there," he heard the voice say once more. He was so scared that he pulled up the blanket so only his eyes were left uncovered. However, a few moments later the thumping stopped. Jim could hear his heart beating. He was about to pull the blanket down when he heard:

"Jiiiim, Jiiiiim, why didn't you lock your bedroom door?"

That one sentence was enough to send chills down his entire spine. Just then, the doorknob started to shake. It shook so hard it fell off. Jim quickly pulled the covers all the way over his head just when he saw the door slide open. He didn't get a chance to see what was behind it. Shivering in fright, Jim heard the thumps enter the room. The scratching had ceased. He heard the thumping get so close to his bed, he could've sworn it was right next to him. But then the thumping stopped. It was so quiet in the room he thought it had somehow left without him hearing it.

"Jiiiiim, Jiiiiim, why won't you look at me?" the voice called, then grew silent, this time for good. Jim dared to peek out, but only for a second. Almost directly after he pulled them down, he pulled the covers back up. Nothing happened. He looked out once more but did not see anything. He looked to his right, then to his left, still, he saw nothing. Now he was certain it had left the room. Jim was about to snuggle back under the covers, safe at last, when he got a strange feeling that someone, no, something was watching him. Slowly, Jim turned to look behind him. What happened next, well, let's just say Jim is no more.

The End

Story Origination:

My brother, Nico, once wanted me to tell him a scary story. So, I told him this:

"One day there was a pancake named Jim. Then, he got eaten. The End!" And he claimed that it was too short and not scary enough. And so, I told him the story you just read. So basically, Jim is-er, was, a pancake and the monster thing was a fork. 

(First draft written on October 3rd, 2017)