Post by AmpharosUltimatum on Oct 8, 2012 23:23:46 GMT -5
My whole body was in a sweat. Fear chilled me to the bone.
What is this feeling? This foreign feeling. This tingling that's flowing through me.
Before I can question anymore I jerk up in my bed. All around me is darkness. For the third night in a row I've woken up from that feeling of utter horror, and every time it's been at two thirty-seven in the morning.
I feel a shudder roll through me.
"What am I doing?" I mumble to myself. "I should just go to bed."
Am I trying to convince myself? I ponder. Probably. I don't feel like I should - can - go to bed. I feel horrible. Terrified, really.
Why?
There isn't a damn thing to be scared of here. I live in the middle of nowhere. What's going to find me in the middle of nowhere. I've lived here for years without any incidence.
The only difference this time, these past few days, is that my parents are out of town. How convenient. Do I really miss them so badly?
"Maybe I'll just get a glass of water," I mumbled to myself, clambering out of my bed, my feet clumsily finding the cool wood of the floor.
I made my way down the old hallway, sparsely decorated in my mom's country style that she so loves and cherishes. The kitchen - also very country - was chicken themed.
Grumbling, I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it from the tap, taking the time to drink it where I stood.
Suddenly, a strange feeling filled me. Like someone standing just far enough away from you to not be touching you. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt my chest tighten.
Don't turn around, I thought. Don't look behind you. Dear God, whatever you do don't look behind you!
Frightened beyond comprehension at this point, I dropped the glass in the sink, not bothering to care if it broke or not upon impact. My feet rushed me back to my room where I was sure - not really - that I would be safe.
Who am I kidding? I'm scared shitless in and out of my room.
Just like a little kid who's afraid of the dark, I dove into my bed and pulled the covers over my head.
And hid.
I stayed like that for what seemed hours, but was probably really only maybe a dozen minutes or so.
Oh how I wanted to look and make sure I was safe so that I could just get back to sleep!
Oh how I didn't want to look - didn't want to see what horrifying thing that must be there. Taunting me. Waiting to kill me, I was sure! This just felt so...awful!
I just couldn't get the nerve to check and be sure I was actually safe and set my fears aside. Or maybe I wasn't that stupid.
Low and behold, though, my body got the better of me, and sleep seized me, anyway, despite my debilitating fear that I was certain should have kept me awake. But I swear I felt the bed move just as I was riding off to sleep.
The next morning I had forgotten all about last night, just like I had the nights prior.
Silly me, I thought. I was just being overly dramatic again. I have always been a little more on the timid side, truth be told.
Feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day with some good ol' T.V., I pushed the blankets off of me...
...Partly.
That feeling of dread washed over me again, and I sat up, fully awake, now.
There, leaning over me was a boy, wide eyed and all black. Featureless but for beady red eyes and a gleaming white smile that streatched from ear to ear.
"Good morning..." he said, twisting his head until his neck snapped and it was completely upside-down, "Edmond."
What is this feeling? This foreign feeling. This tingling that's flowing through me.
Before I can question anymore I jerk up in my bed. All around me is darkness. For the third night in a row I've woken up from that feeling of utter horror, and every time it's been at two thirty-seven in the morning.
I feel a shudder roll through me.
"What am I doing?" I mumble to myself. "I should just go to bed."
Am I trying to convince myself? I ponder. Probably. I don't feel like I should - can - go to bed. I feel horrible. Terrified, really.
Why?
There isn't a damn thing to be scared of here. I live in the middle of nowhere. What's going to find me in the middle of nowhere. I've lived here for years without any incidence.
The only difference this time, these past few days, is that my parents are out of town. How convenient. Do I really miss them so badly?
"Maybe I'll just get a glass of water," I mumbled to myself, clambering out of my bed, my feet clumsily finding the cool wood of the floor.
I made my way down the old hallway, sparsely decorated in my mom's country style that she so loves and cherishes. The kitchen - also very country - was chicken themed.
Grumbling, I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it from the tap, taking the time to drink it where I stood.
Suddenly, a strange feeling filled me. Like someone standing just far enough away from you to not be touching you. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt my chest tighten.
Don't turn around, I thought. Don't look behind you. Dear God, whatever you do don't look behind you!
Frightened beyond comprehension at this point, I dropped the glass in the sink, not bothering to care if it broke or not upon impact. My feet rushed me back to my room where I was sure - not really - that I would be safe.
Who am I kidding? I'm scared shitless in and out of my room.
Just like a little kid who's afraid of the dark, I dove into my bed and pulled the covers over my head.
And hid.
I stayed like that for what seemed hours, but was probably really only maybe a dozen minutes or so.
Oh how I wanted to look and make sure I was safe so that I could just get back to sleep!
Oh how I didn't want to look - didn't want to see what horrifying thing that must be there. Taunting me. Waiting to kill me, I was sure! This just felt so...awful!
I just couldn't get the nerve to check and be sure I was actually safe and set my fears aside. Or maybe I wasn't that stupid.
Low and behold, though, my body got the better of me, and sleep seized me, anyway, despite my debilitating fear that I was certain should have kept me awake. But I swear I felt the bed move just as I was riding off to sleep.
The next morning I had forgotten all about last night, just like I had the nights prior.
Silly me, I thought. I was just being overly dramatic again. I have always been a little more on the timid side, truth be told.
Feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day with some good ol' T.V., I pushed the blankets off of me...
...Partly.
That feeling of dread washed over me again, and I sat up, fully awake, now.
There, leaning over me was a boy, wide eyed and all black. Featureless but for beady red eyes and a gleaming white smile that streatched from ear to ear.
"Good morning..." he said, twisting his head until his neck snapped and it was completely upside-down, "Edmond."
