mini horror story

dear diary,

I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could bearly hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams....

I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the window again.. I can't move, breathe. speak or hear and its so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely,I would have been cremated instead. There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping . I live alone. My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.

I never go asleep but I keep waking up. The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, believed it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.. She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty...

" I can't sleep," she whispered crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in. I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me," daddy check for monsters underneath my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me, quivering and whispering," daddy, there's somebody on my bed."