He stands over the bed, a pair of scissors in his hands as he tilts his head to the side. His motions are quiet, gentle, yet cold and calculating all at once. He sits in your head, silent as a snake as he wanders around the blank room, knocking on the walls and covering your eyes, whispering lies ever so kindly.
"Time to wake up," he says to you, the sound of the scissors opening and closing echoing in the blank room. "The fun's only just about to begin."
YOU ARE READING
the monster beneath your bed
HorrorPeople may make jokes about their sleep paralysis demons, but what if those demons were locked in your head, knocking on the walls of your skull and whispering in your ear? In which everyone has two shadows under one light. - Inspired by Irene & Seu...
