Dementophobia (Harry Styles)

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Somniphobia or Hypnophobia- The Fear of Sleep (Play song while reading please)

I tossed around, not being able to get a wink of sleep. Frankly,I was scared to fall back asleep, scared to experience what had just happened at the library.

The wind picked up, and the thunder got louder. I'm not one to be scared of a thunderstorm or the dark but with everything that's happened lately, I'm terrified.

Three loud bangs sounded on my closet door. I jumped back, covering myself with my comforter. It banged three times again. My mother told mr once that three rapid knocks stood for Father,Son and the Holy Spirit. It's sort of like a taunt to god.

It knocked once more and I stood. I shivered at the chill of the room wearing only a tshirt and underware. I opened my nightstand drawer and grabbed my pocket knife. I flipped it open and walked toward my closet very slowly. BANG. I jumped and screamed, then covvered my mouth. My breathing was heavy.

my fingers trembled as I slid the closet door open. It was pitch black, the clothes started moving. I shakily moved my hands towards the moving clothes. As soon as my hand touched my red jacket, a hand popped out and grabbed me. I screamed and jerked back. Th hand gripped me tighter and i used my other hand to stab it.

It hissed and I took this opportunity to run down the three flight of stairs we had. When I reached the second flight, I slipped on something wet. I touched the liquid and it was warm. I shakily brought it for my eyes to see. Blood . I started crying silently, and looked up.

A body was hanging, sticky blood dripping from it. I squinted at it until I could recongnize its face. My Mother.  Loud stomping came from the stairs and I got up as quickly as I could. I gripped the railing and ran as fast ass I could down the stairs.

When I entered the living room I tried to open the door. The door was bolted and only my parents had the key. ''Shit!'' I muttered under my breath. I quickly turned and ran toward the kitchen. The stomping got louder. When I got to the kitchen, I covered my mouth to stop me from screaming. My dad was decapitated, along with his other body parts scattered around the kitchen.

I scrambled arround him, frantically searching for the phone that was once on the counter. When I found it, the cord was cut. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck.' I sniffled and went to my dads lower half. I reached in his pocket, trembling. I made sure it had service before running out to the backyard.

I dialed the first person I could hink of. ''Hello?'' Louis' voice sounded. I sniffed, a bit relieved. ''Hello? Who is this?'' I sobbed.

''Louis.. there's someone in my house... And I dont think it's Harry.'' My voice was pitchy and I was stuttering. 

''You need to get out of there, NOW! I'll come get you but-'' The phone was knocked out of my hand and there stood Harry himself. My eyes widened in terror and I backed up quickly. He chuckled darkly at me.

''Y-you! YOU KILLED THEM!'' I yelled. He smirked. I backed up three more steps, then turned running. The rain began to pour harder and I tripped. I cried and tried to stand. Then slipped again. When I stood again a hand grabbed me and drug me. I fought to get out of his grip but failed.

My gate was slammed open and I was then drug to a car. They tied me up and blindfolded me after gagging me with a sock. ''Boss says you have to go, Princess.'' I cry and thrash around as much as I can,while harry chuckles. The trunk is slammed shut.

I can hear my heart beating rapidly. I scream as loud as I can, then the car starts. My face is caked with tears and I'm covered in mud. I kick on the trunk, with my untied feet. Then I kick the backseat. Eventually the car comes to an ubrupt stop.  My head hits the metal and I'm almost sure I started bleeding.