Hells Fire

Is this real?

Pulling the white, silky sheets over my head, I nervously shuffle under my blankets. I am afraid of what might happen if I peek outside to the dark room around me, the evil that plagues my existence. I'm hoping it won't see me, Am I the one it's after? I don't know, yet it be damned to catch me taking such a risk. Listening to the sounds around me is soothing to say the least. Keeping the cloth over my rigid body, I try to peek out but my hands jerk back down at the last moment, nerves and unwilling wall to seclusion. I only wish that I would have done different or to change what has already been done, if I hadn't have done it I wouldn't have to die. Now, however, It seems as if I am doomed to darkness under these blankets.