Nighttime is supposed to be peaceful and relaxing for a weary child; for me it was down right terrifying. While some children might complain about being put to bed before they have finished watching a movie or playing their favourite video game, when I was young, night time was something to truly fear. In the back of my mind it still is.
As someone one who believes in proof, I cannot prove that what happened to me was real, but I can swear that what I experienced was genuine fear. A fear which in my life, I'm happy to say, has never been equalled. I will relate it to you all now as best I can, make of it what you will, but I'll be glad to just get it off of my mind.
I can't remember exactly when it started, but my apprehension towards falling asleep seemed to correspond when I was around nine, my dad announced that we would be moving out of his parents house into a trailer he found.
The night that he announced it was an like any other to tell you the truth. He came home from work the only difference was that he was extremely excited that he had found a affordable trailer, and announced that we were moving in two weeks.
The rest of the night went like any other we ate dinner and then watched Star Trek reruns for a couple of hours before going to bed.
From that night I remember a strange feeling of unease creeping slowly into the back of my mind. I lay on the couch, staring down at my action figures and cars thrown across the white carpet. As imaginary battles and adventures took place between the toys on the floor, I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were being slowly drawn towards the window, as if something was moving in the corner of my eye. Something which did not wish to be seen.
The area was empty, and the noise slipping under my door from my parent's television, bathed me in a warm sense of safety and well-being.
I fell asleep.
When you awaken from a deep sleep to something moving, it can take a moment for you to understand what is happening. The fog of sleep hangs over your eyes and ears even when it's a lucid dream.
Something was moving, there was no doubt about that.
At first I wasn't sure what it was. Everything was almost pitch black, but there was enough light creeping in from outside to outline the suffocating room. Two thoughts appeared in my mind almost simultaneously. The first was that my dad was in bed because the rest of the house lay in darkness, and silence. The second thought turned to the noise. A noise which had obviously woken me.
As the last cob webs of sleep left from my mind, the noise became clearer. Sometimes the simplest of sounds can be the most scary, wind whistling through a tree, footsteps uncomfortably close, or, in this case, the simple sound of a bird cawing in the dark.
That was it; a bird cawing in the dark as if it was alone in the world. I lay there in disbelief thinking that the noise was my imagination, It was then that I noticed my door, shut as it had been as I'd fallen asleep.
Perhaps my dad had checked in on me, but I woke up halfway through the night. I sat up rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on the room seemed more sinister.
Yes, that must have been it. I turned to face the wall, closing my eyes in the vain hope that I could fall back to sleep. As I moved, the cawwing noise from coming from behind me ceased. I thought that I must have disturbed the bird, but quickly I realized that the visitor behind was less mundane than a bird that got in the house, and much more sinister.
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The Night
Kinh dịThis is a story about my experience with things I cannot explain. Things that I hope were all in my imagination. Please leave comments and suggestions. If you like it please vote, or fan. Thank you and enjoy the story!!:)