Night time was always my favorite point in the day. The bright lights of the morning are drowned out by the darkness, illuminated by a thin streak of moonlight, the stars twinkling if you know where to look. It was always peaceful to look up and wonder if we were alone in the universe. And if we were, what a beautiful gift we have that we can gaze upon this marvelous wonder.
After peering outside for a bit and enjoying the sights, I closed my blinds and turned out the lights. It was finally time for rest.
Laying in the darkness, I was alone with my thoughts. Lingering through my head like echoes through the cave walls. Every voice fighting to speak at once with nothing clear coming through.
This was normal for me, as I was granted the gift of anxiety early on in life. Laying in the darkness was my one chance during the night where I could finally let those voices scream out until they were exhausted. I had to remind myself that all was fine and calm. Nothing to worry about. Just relax.
I took my time, knowing that the sooner I drifted, the sooner I'd sleep and the sooner the day would come round again. Not that I was looking forward to it.
As I took a final deep breath, I heard a voice beside my ear. It whispered my name in a feminine voice.
I jumped out of bed and fumbled around for the lights. As they illuminated the room, I could find nothing there. Nothing out of the ordinary, that was. I found I was breathing heavily, my eyes darting around my room to find the culprit. I knew it wasn't my imagination. Something was there, messing with me. I could still feel its hot breath, its scent still lingering in the air. It was sweet, yet putrid.
I looked under my bed, in the closet, out in the hallway, but there was nothing to be found. No sight, nor sound of anything but me in the house. I decided soon enough to cut my losses and try again to go back to bed.
It didn't take as long as I thought to finally reach the point where I was inches away from drifting off. That's when I felt something warm and soft brush against my forehead. And, once again, the scent followed. It was sweet, but sour like rotten milk or apple juice. My hand shot up, feeling around me. I tried looking around, my eyes somewhat adjusted to the darkness. But yet, there was nothing. Was I losing my mind?
I tried one final time to brush it off as my tired mind playing tricks on me. I shut my eyes and relaxed once again. But that was short-lived when the hot breath of another person was hitting the front of my face. I opened my eyes and what I saw is something that made my heart stop cold in its tracks. It was another pair of eyes. I could see my own fearful reflection in them.
Their face slowly, very slowly, pulled away from mine. I could see how elongated its face was. Its twisted smile that seemed to be carved into its inhuman face. It drifted higher and higher until it disappeared into the ceiling, wave to me as it went. It wasn't a goodbye, I could feel. It was a 'see you in your nightmares....'
After peering outside for a bit and enjoying the sights, I closed my blinds and turned out the lights. It was finally time for rest.
Laying in the darkness, I was alone with my thoughts. Lingering through my head like echoes through the cave walls. Every voice fighting to speak at once with nothing clear coming through.
This was normal for me, as I was granted the gift of anxiety early on in life. Laying in the darkness was my one chance during the night where I could finally let those voices scream out until they were exhausted. I had to remind myself that all was fine and calm. Nothing to worry about. Just relax.
I took my time, knowing that the sooner I drifted, the sooner I'd sleep and the sooner the day would come round again. Not that I was looking forward to it.
As I took a final deep breath, I heard a voice beside my ear. It whispered my name in a feminine voice.
I jumped out of bed and fumbled around for the lights. As they illuminated the room, I could find nothing there. Nothing out of the ordinary, that was. I found I was breathing heavily, my eyes darting around my room to find the culprit. I knew it wasn't my imagination. Something was there, messing with me. I could still feel its hot breath, its scent still lingering in the air. It was sweet, yet putrid.
I looked under my bed, in the closet, out in the hallway, but there was nothing to be found. No sight, nor sound of anything but me in the house. I decided soon enough to cut my losses and try again to go back to bed.
It didn't take as long as I thought to finally reach the point where I was inches away from drifting off. That's when I felt something warm and soft brush against my forehead. And, once again, the scent followed. It was sweet, but sour like rotten milk or apple juice. My hand shot up, feeling around me. I tried looking around, my eyes somewhat adjusted to the darkness. But yet, there was nothing. Was I losing my mind?
I tried one final time to brush it off as my tired mind playing tricks on me. I shut my eyes and relaxed once again. But that was short-lived when the hot breath of another person was hitting the front of my face. I opened my eyes and what I saw is something that made my heart stop cold in its tracks. It was another pair of eyes. I could see my own fearful reflection in them.
Their face slowly, very slowly, pulled away from mine. I could see how elongated its face was. Its twisted smile that seemed to be carved into its inhuman face. It drifted higher and higher until it disappeared into the ceiling, wave to me as it went. It wasn't a goodbye, I could feel. It was a 'see you in your nightmares....'
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