The Exposition Of A Creative Child

lost in the shadows

I can't move, it is almost like there is something holding me down. Once my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, i could see this shadow figure on top of me, pinning me in place as i struggled to move. It has no face, looks like something i would be able to faze through. But obviously could not. This isn't real. This can't be real. Then I remembered something I had read online, about sleep paralysis. That must be what this is right? It had to be

A scream, i think its my mom . The figure seemed to turn his head. No, he jerked his head like his life depended on it, then immediately zoomed out my room. Gone as quick as it appeared. My eyes took a second to adjust to the darkness. But when they did I looked around my room. Revealing my brothers bloody head sitting on my shelf like a trophy. Like an important accomplishment someone had made. That I had made. A black liquid dripping down to most likely to leave a stain.

Terrified, i struggled to move. To run, to do anything, jerking every witch way. Or at least trying to. I heard one last scream then a huge THUD to the floor then i was released. Immediately after the thud. As if the two went hand in hand. I was hesitant for a moment, glancing around. That's when i had realized just how much of that black liquid there was. It was surrounding me, a puddle on the mattress a trail on the floor leading to the bed. Attempting to avoid the puddle of mystery goop, i cautiously tip towed towards the door. I can't hear anything anymore. Just the thumping of my footsteps along to the violent beat of my heart. THUMP BOOM THUMP BOOM. I am running now, subcoultusly moving as my mind changes from theory to theory. What is going on? Is everyone ok? I know I am running but I couldn't be moving any slower. I feel like an astronaut walking on the moon, my feet barely touching the ground.

Then BANG! The table next to me had flipped over, the little wooden table that i have ran into many many times, but it never did fall. Then i realized, something else had fallen too a strange object i have never seen before. It looked old, worn out. It used to be metal, possibly a watch with a hike in it? No, that doesn't make sense. It was like a donut shape but it was obviously used. Orange and brown and red and all the colors of rust and dirt. I sprinted into the next room hoping that is would be safer than the hall. With the weird table that might as well be nailed to the ground falling over by itself. Glancing around I saw the body of what had seemed to be...at one point one of the cooks in the class my mom teaches. He had a knife in his stomach, sitting on the floor gushing gout for everyone to see. I quickly ran over making an even louder thump with each step. "What do i do?" i asked loudly, hoping he would open his eyes.

'The girl curled up into a ball, thinking about all that she had lost, one of the chefs had gone and, god knows what else could be waiting for her in the other rooms. All that she could see was the light shining off of her pearl necklace that was calmly dangling on. Seeming to be the calmest thing in the whole household. As the light grew brighter she moved her head sharply into the blackness of her sweater, still able to see the light out of the bottom of her eyes. As the light grew brighter, she grew nervous. She began to fear that the light was growing a little too bright.'

As the light started to reach my eyes again, blinding me as i was hugging my knees. I looked up to see the chandelier to the dining room sparkling with beauty. The table was set with mom's famous roast beef. The room smelling like fine spices and the melted butter gently placed on the rolls. The room had seemed to have turned more of a yellow. Shining like the brightest star. Suddenly i didn't feel scared anymore. The room seemed welcoming, joyful. So different than what it had been just seconds before.

"Dinner!" mom shouted walking in. she was wearing her favorite dress, with little sunflowers covering all over. She gracefully placed the golden boat of gravy onto the table, that was my favorite part of moms cooking, she put gravy on EVERYTHING. The three of us, Daniel wearing his favorite plaid grey and gold sweater and jeans. Opal, wearing her beautiful yellow dress with a jean jacket. Followed by me, wearing....

'As she saw herself walk into the room she realized something was wrong. Everyone else was wearing yellow, the room was yellow, the utensils and plates where yellow and bright and happy. But she, she was wearing all black, and as she walked the room around her turned grey, like an old fashioned television. As the girl that she thought was herself walked closer to the table, her hair continued to grow, all the way down to her ankles. He dress, distressing and rips, holes appearing. That is when she noticed...'

THE GIRL WAS WALKING TOWARDS ME, everyone else had not even glanced in my direction, but this time she was looking, walking like she had a purpose. She had one thing she needed to do and nothing was going to stop her.